OVER
Fallen
warriors of all nations, now only bones and memories, I remember you.
In
your hour of need you became great for a moment, doing your duty for a higher
power, you, just mere men.
Being
asked to do the unthinkable, to kill or be killed in the glaring cauldron of
battle.
I
will never know what it was like, to be good or bad, to be in battle. All I can
do is to
Remember
the fallen warriors of times gone by and to visit distant battle sites where
once men fought and died for forgotten causes and lost ideals.
The
guns are silent, ships on the seabed, warplanes lie broken. Now all is quiet,
A
surreal peace rules the landmass but in the generations’ memories an old flame
flickers, a conscience says, I was once there, I fought there for my own cause
and my country’s.
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