Sand covers the land from border to border. Flags of different colors and people are raised proudly in cars and throughout the streets. Buildings that once held happy families have lost their souls as their inhabitants have left them behind with empty promises of return. The occasional rubble is in the streets and beautiful towns are only remembered by the people who once walked the streets. The martyrs are the beauty of these towns now as their blood decorates the streets. The plants bloom with the tears of mothers, the blood of children, and the sweat of soldiers. War is such a horrid thing yet some still find the beauty in it. I've always been nostalgic for a place I had never been.
Nostalgia is a bitter emotion.