The Art Of Life

The man who was leading us into this battle field ready to kill an hour ago, was now telling us to relax, and think of lost forgotten time. A tear came to my eye as the thought that I will never see my love again. never to hold, or to praise. As the man sitting on the rock behind me stud to his feet with weapon in hand started to walk to the front. I …showed first 75 words of 233 total…

…showed last 75 words of 233 total…been changed over the years. The stories have rang true for the ones that did not come back alive. Men Younger than I am now, forever saved in time by the stories of there herroic acts. That is the true honor."A hero is some on that dies young," I hear them say once in a while. But a true hero is some one that gives there life for there cause, May it be noble.