Another year has passed us by, no longer do we weep and cry, seeming endless tears to shed in honour of heroic dead. “I knew him well,” you hear them say as memories of those awful days, surface to vividly haunt once more the faces of those left behind. Old men weep, remembering comrades left dead in farthest parts. Young people, too, salute them, a place found in their hearts. Wreaths laid on various statues as regiments file past - let’s hope they’ll remind all men let the Great Wars be the last. But that is wishful thinking, as men are a violent breed, and there’s always one to make war to satisfy his greed. It may be greed for power, or the wealth that it may bring, but based on pain and others’ death, it’s not worth anything. Please spare a thought for those who died in World Wars 1 and 2, remember that they gave their lives to build a world for you.
