The Brave Ones

The brave ones.

The ones who risk their lives for us.

The soldiers fallen from years past rest in peace.

A soldier dies every day.

Soldiers standing straight and tall as a veteran is lowered

into her grave.

Heads are low.

It starts drizzling.

The cold drops touch the soldiers'faces

like teardrops sliding down their face.

The tears from each and every soldier leave scars in their heart.

Flowers are everywhere.

In lakes in rivers moving with the current.

Back in the war.

Bang, Bam, Boom!

The sound of a gun firing in the distance.

Soldiers fall and lie hurt, injured, or dead.

Bullets are scattered in every direction.

Cries are heard from the ones....

the brave ones.

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