Chapter 1 - The Forgotten

In the breeze I hear a cry






I see a lonely soldier






I ask him why do you cry?






He turns and says I cry for the






forgotten, no victory is worth this






pain.













It began to rain, and he said






The rain may wash away blood






and tears, but it cannot wash away






my sorrow.













The rain came harder and he turned






away and said: We fight, but at what






cost,






All those brave enough to fight, and






then






They die and worse I know that in






time






We all if not already, will be forgotten,






lost in time.













In the distance I hear thunder,






The soldier turns I must go, but






here he said






And handed me his sword, never






forget this battle






Remember what price was paid






for a victory that would be forgotten.






Remember me my name is peace.






And remember that no victory is






worth this price, and then to be






forgotten.




















By: Melissa McCullough

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