The soldier, above all other people, prays for peace, for he must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war.
- General Douglas MacArthur
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I don’t really know you.
And you don’t actually know me.
But I just wanted to say,
I love you
I hate the way some don’t stand in honour.
I hate the way they don’t appreciate.
I hate the way they’re too selfish to care.
I hate the way they hate.
A million souls lost.
Like teardrops in the rain.
The ones left – “survivors”,
That scream at night in pain.
I don’t know what you did.
I don’t know who.
I don’t know what it’s like.
I hope I never do.
You never asked for this.
You didn’t really know.
You try to hide the memories.
But the scars,
they still show.
Some try to give a little.
Cash. Here and there.
Your sacrifice, they might believe.
But can never truly share.
One mass of raw.
I feel like I should cry.
But for petty emotions,
You surely did not die.
But in the end.
We can only recall.
Dream a better day.
And hope.
Not to fall.
I get the way you gave it up.
I get the love that’s always true.
I finally understand.
And finally,
I Thank You.
