The wish is to praise their courage and
honour their sacrifice the ultimate in courage
divesting themselves of their future for the
greater purpose of saving the live and futures
of others. These were men who feared death
yet feared even more what the world of men
planned for themselves in a twisted fate of
excess ardour in demand and command. They
found peace and surcease distanced from
the zones of combat, their souls lifted high
above their bodies to a still place of haven
and contemplation, no need to cover ears from
the shattering blasts of cannon, no need to
look to the skies to determine friend or foe
no need for hand-to-hand combat preparing
to sink a bayonet in another man's chest.
But wait, memorial services return them to
the field of combat, the trumpet and bagpipe
ushering them to the deafening roar of fighter
planes in a courtesy flypass and cannon firing
a 21-gun salute. Is there no escape from the
turmoil and the frenzy of war for them?
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