As I looked in his eyes I saw it, I saw his
fear, I saw his pain. I could see it
happening as if I was there.
There were men fighting, running, dying.
There was fire, bombs, blood and fear. There
was darkness in the sky, and people praying
they wouldnt die.
As I looked away from his eyes, I began to
cry. As they closed the casket I clutched
the hope he died knowing – he died for what
was right.
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