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The Sin of War

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The battlefield is shrouded in an eerie silence. The only sound other than the cries of the wife’s and children of those men killed in yesterday’s bloody massacre is the sound of the river next to the the crimson battle field.

Death, a cloak, so heavy, of the memories of lost comrades and friends. Soldiers from both side see the carnage and bow their heads in respect of the fallen. Regret and guilt spills over in tears that fall on to the stained ground. Only now do we realize that what has occurred is, The sin of war.



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pianokeysevie said...
Apr. 27, 2012 at 5:36 pm:
Reminds me of All Quiet on the Western Front
 
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