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The war monument is still standing between two footballfields with the names of the men killed on the battle fields they were center forwards, keepers and backs they thought they would win it's a family tradition to play in a football team I have nephews, dumb but tall who, still fetus, kicked the ball I've got flat feet, and my knees are weak they all thought it was time to start my J.O.S. days J.O.S. days the last war in this country the fighting lasted four days I see one name again he had my age and my first name he thought he would win like in his J.O.S. days J.O.S. days they had too many boys who wanted to be in a team so in one day - in one match you had to prove your ability I was knocked out - a real disgrace a break with the family tradition of the J.O.S. days J.O.S. days I can live without a finger I can live without a toe but the head is necessary

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