Nameless faces, some with grimaces of pain and the slackness of shock, have fallen in the hero¹s way, willing and ready to do their best. Willing and unwilling, they come, only to discover, that the horrors of war are not for the weak-hearted nor the stout-hearted, but are only for nightmares, nightmares of pain and suffering. They lead the ranks, of sorrow? ranks of marching feet, beating the cadence like a heartbeat, and in that instant, as the person says goodbye to their husbands and wives they relax, knowing that heaven awaits for them, with a hero¹s welcome in the arms of God.
Reason for writing:
It was the day after Memorial day, and I had felt
guilty that I really didn't do much during that day
to honor our fallen comrades - so I wrote this. Enjoy!
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