War is tragic at best. We send our children off to die by the hands of another. Compensation will never be a child yet we will take it anyways. Proud we should be to win the war in the end. The battle may have been won but our child will be forever lost. Even when our children do come back they are still lost somewhere in the wreckage of a battlefield on lands that our feet will never touch. Liberated is the land yet our children have taken the fall and are forever captured in a life where there is no liberation.