At last the guns are silent, the last soldier has fallen. The ground is covered in the remains of the dead. Two countries could not resolve their problems peacefully, so swords were drawn in anger, now many that have paid the price, are finally at rest. Their bodies are collected, letters are written to their families. The courage of their sons and daughters is made known. A day is set aside to honor the fallen, but will it truly change anything. The dead have no knowledge of the life they left behind. The families are left with memories and a hollow space to fill. While an honor guard is all that salutes them, as they are silently laid to rest. How much more precious blood must be spilled.
My profile photo shows a myself standing next to one of the tools of my trade. I left brothers and sisters on the battlefield. It always saddens me to know that such things as the one in the photo are necessary because bureaucrats cannot iron out their differences through talking.