The guns fall silent,
Some forever hear them.
When they come home,
The war never leaves them.
Fallen comrades,
Survival torments them.
All kinds of wound,
Pain gnaws at them.
Trying to love,
Angers control them.
The sleep won't come,
The drink sedates them.
They are left to grow old
As we who are left grow old.
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning,
They are candles burning.
In shadows cast, we stand.
Lest We Forget.
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