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.