A bayoneted rifle stuck in the ground
with a soldier’s helmet on it
lies as a marker for a solder buried there
in the haste of battle.
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Reminds me of the words of a song...not sure who sings it and I don't think I know it correctly, but goes something like 'Freedom is a soldier, a nameless, faceless one...some girl's lover, some boy's father, some mother's son'. From the sound track of 'We were soldiers'! Really nice work here, David!
The poignancy of war captured well here David...10+++