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Requiem of a Forgotten Soldier
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I bled tears of Grace, with wounded eyes of scars I did seek. Summer morning sun breaks dawn, and bread cracks with mealtime. We had our heads in the air like doves, peace-stung powers of sultry landscapes -- And like wings did we outstretch our arms, sounds of War ceasing on ground. Cold-stained air blew through our prides, and we saw ourselves as winged creatures, ashen and gray with passion for fury on our tongues. And so we march onward into new lands, like followers of forsaken unknown, driving back our senses, and shadowing our fear with glory. We will transcend, and flow as one like water through the sand. Behind us lies nothing, and as we march, we will live inside History, as names and ink. Hold your spirits, and find your steps- and let your blood flow like rock.
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Note from a father to his son:
Dear son,
Your family misses you. Your sister is now 16, and we celebrate today. There is a spot for you at the table, as if we expected you to come home. As if your duties could be put on pause, and guns would stop their firing for just a few moments. But I guess these moments do not exist, and so we sit here thinking of you while you are absent. We understand why you fight, but we want you home. I've heard so many names coming from the news. Names of death. I watch every name pass by, hoping one is not yours. I see those caskets, draped in red, white, and blue, and those families to whom the body belongs. But worse yet, I hear of those who have no name. Whose identities have been washed away from their faces and skin. Longer yet do I fear you are one of these. I pray God is with you, but I am sure these men were prayed for as well. I know we were not strongly bonded before you left, but if our blood ties mean anything, I only ask you to not become one of the forgotten. Courage is not worth never being known, or discovered. Simply lost in history. From now until we have no home, we will set this place for you, and leave it as yours. And until then, I bid we see each other soon. Goodbye my son, and let not this goodbye be forever. Your family loves you too dearly. I love you too dearly.
-Dad
Dear son,
Your family misses you. Your sister is now 16, and we celebrate today. There is a spot for you at the table, as if we expected you to come home. As if your duties could be put on pause, and guns would stop their firing for just a few moments. But I guess these moments do not exist, and so we sit here thinking of you while you are absent. We understand why you fight, but we want you home. I've heard so many names coming from the news. Names of death. I watch every name pass by, hoping one is not yours. I see those caskets, draped in red, white, and blue, and those families to whom the body belongs. But worse yet, I hear of those who have no name. Whose identities have been washed away from their faces and skin. Longer yet do I fear you are one of these. I pray God is with you, but I am sure these men were prayed for as well. I know we were not strongly bonded before you left, but if our blood ties mean anything, I only ask you to not become one of the forgotten. Courage is not worth never being known, or discovered. Simply lost in history. From now until we have no home, we will set this place for you, and leave it as yours. And until then, I bid we see each other soon. Goodbye my son, and let not this goodbye be forever. Your family loves you too dearly. I love you too dearly.
-Dad
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