Alicia Robinson 9M
Forced to march, forced to leave, their families to which some would compelled to grieve.
The pain, the trauma, the terror, the uproar, brothers forever, brothers in heaven. At the sight of the bullet their hearts would leap, but on ward would these legends creep.
The bombshells, the splattering, the gunshot wounds, would linger with them forever, prevail with them as long as time.
Losing them until the end, was the hardest thing, the victory for them; cost them their lives.
Dedicated, brave to their country they would save. So in the memory of these heroes we write this seal, in memory of these heroes who long in our hearts shall live.