Hero

A pair of muddy boots, a rifle in the ground. A helmet and a set of old bloody fatigues. A soldier’s memorial. The cost of war. The price paid in blood and sweat. In pain and in suffering. Such a simple thing yet so valuable. I have seen many body bags each day the butchers bill changes. Now days it’s not body bags but bags to throw the left over parts that I count. Bad things happen to good people. The replacements think they are all that. Then they die one by one. Some stupid little mistakes that kill them. The one that comes to mind most is the one that well I’m not going to talk about it. The few that live on past the replacement stage just become better warriors. Then they die from just dumb luck or just being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Who is left over are the survivors. Not veterans of warriors. Just survivors.