I light my light as a beacon of respect, not for just family, not just for a single soldier, but for those lives that were forever changed.
Those that endured the pain, suffering from a weaker tyrrany of evil , I bow down with my arms open.....
I was asked to write something from a point of view, I tried to place myself.....
Sitting here, the sound of artillery shells bombarding overhead,
I feel closer within this struggle,
Alas waiting my fortune to come through,
Will I be alive or dead.
I am dug deep, feel so cold amongst a few others surviving in this trench,
My mind has become warped with this gruesome war, and it's horrific deathly stench.
History will be made, I hope for the better,
My dearest love,
I pray you receive my letter....
God bless those that served, those who do and more importantly our fallen Heros x