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Elaine PItler
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Whirling wind that stings and sand that bites, Brutal hot days and cold desert nights. Remember our motto for "In God We Trust," As you set to do battle for that which is just. Far from family in a place once unknown, With all your comrades you're not alone. Faith is your strength, your fortress,your guide, A place of refuge in which to abide. And one day when the victory is won You'll march to the beat of a different drum, No matter the battle,no matter the cause. Faith found in a foxhole is forever yours. Dedicated to Adam Pitler and all who serve.
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