Echoes rage through the water.
Children laugh,
But not
there.
Troops trudge through bloody mire,
again wishing for a
true
honor to claim.
Their world spins
slowly
while their home
resumes its pace.
Still
their hearts throb for normalcy
but they move on,
valiantly,
to meet their
fate.
I know this might sound weird, but I think in a strange kind of way, I understand this in a personal way. My family trudges away to find an honor. Our world spins slowly, but back at home it keeps on its normal pace. I know it's not the same thing, and it kind of takes away the beautiful honor and eloquence of your work. It was beautiful and obviously written with heart either way.
ReplyDeleteVery true. Maybe you can take what you got out of this and write something about your experience on the field from that point of view? It might help others back in the states understand a bit of what its like for you.
ReplyDeleteI like it when people can look at my work and finds that it applies to them in one way or another. :)
Thank you!