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Oh, then I picked that dead baby up and held it in my arms again to hear that mother say "Yes, soldier, you have to kill my son".

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Well, an old building that was once a church had been all but blown down and I wandered there to say a prayer and what was left of a cross I found. And on that broken bit of cross was a part of the Christ Childs arm and the side of his holy body which the wheel was thrown.

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Oh gently ever so gently, I laid the dead baby down and I raised the broken cross above my head and I tried so hard to ask for forgiveness but "My God!" was all I said, for I knew of no other to call that could ease all of these [pains [??]] I had.

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And then I thought about the blameless ones who had no place to hide from the mass destruction that was made by man and the horrible ways to die and the millions of guns and those deadly bombs being rained down from the sky.

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Well, then a gentle hand rest upon my shoulder. The mother had come here. Well, I turned about and looked into a smile instead of tears.

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"Oh pray with me young soldier", she said. "For you have a mother too, and please try in your heart to forgive me for ever blaming you, for somewhere out there in distant lands many mothers lives in fear and there are nights they can find no rest and their pillows are soaked" -