The poem of the end

Apparently, there's this kind of songbird

that thinks it dies
every time the sun goes down.

So in the morning, when it wakes up,
it's totally shocked to still be alive,

so it sings this really beautiful song.
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the ocean breeze feels cool on my skin.

That very ocean is soon to be my grave.

They tell me I will die a hero.

That the safety and honor of my country
will be the reward for my sacrifice.

I pray they are right.

My only regret in life
is never telling you how I feel.

I wish I were back home.

I wish I were holding your hand.

I wish I were telling you
that I have loved you,

and only you, since I was a boy.

But I'm not.

I see now that death is easy.

It is love that is hard.

As my plane dives,
I will not see the face of my enemies.

I will instead see your eyes,

like black rocks frozen in rainwater.

They tell us that we must scream, "Banzai,"
as we plunge into our target.

I will instead whisper your name.

And in death, as in life,

I will remain forever yours.