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 could hear the words filled with such angst comming from deep with in him,"there is to much in this world that I have never felt, fear of death, Or the honor of war."
The man fought proudly, and his life was ta…
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