Child of Four

Not long ago,
In a world after war
Was a girl
No older than four
She was walking with her mother
Across a field of lore
She said
"Mommy, this is where someone fought before"

She went on to describe a heroity
No child ever knew
She went on about one soldier
Who she said flew
"He flew a plane mommy,
There were two."
She knelt beside a rock, bigger than she
And said, "You fought for everyone and for that, I thank you."

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