In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Unsung Heroes.”
Your face haunts my sleepless nights, so far away and yet so familiar,
I see the immense plain, covered with snow, and the litter of war, to the horizon.
Victory was then still deep in your future, but I know now that you saw the wings,
The songs, the invincible armies, in the Spring of what you hoped would be
A world without war.
We will never forget.
Moving and well said. Merci.
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Beautiful.
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A very nice tribute, very touching.
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