When there they stood, blood pouring down, dust in the sky, still smoke and ash around them..they screamed..The Dieing would be mourned and remembered for ever by their own flesh and blood, and friends, that might have been closer than blood..
But what of the country they had served...
Would years from now they ever know of this war this blood that lay on their hands?
What would they recall..when they sons and the daughters of those that died would grow and learn about this war..
What would they hear about their fathers and mothers?
Would they hear they fought for their freedom or that they fought and died so that the rich man got richer?
What would be taught to them, when there are those that believe that its is just for one man die and an other live, if their faith is different, was that the God they served?
What is the blood on their hands..Why Did they die?
Because The Fate of many was greater than the Fate of the few, because The freedom of tomorrow is worth the price paid today...
Because when they rest, they rest in peace, knowing that their Blood will cover the next Generation, And maybe they will remember what happened this day..Every day..
Remember All the wars...All the deaths ..All the falling Buildings....From Oklahoma to NY. All the Falling walls...beyond
Germany...
There is the Truth ...that reminds us..Freedom is never free.
