Poem: Oh, Grandfather Clock

Enola, now old and withering, sits in front of the Grandfather clock, a family heirloom left for her from her father, who died in battle along with her other family members. She starts weeping out loud, still unable to move on from the past...will she be able to move on?

This is paid homage to all and everyone who died in battle field. Rest in Peace War Heroes!
You will never be forgotten...