The memory of their lives singed in the pathways of my brain.
Each morning that I wake and see the light of day, I remember;
Each time I see the image of a country ravaged by war, I remember;
Each time I see a soldier, lost, struggling to find the remnants of his life, I remember;
Our freedom is a blessing, a gift from those brave souls that spent countless nights in the trenches running with blood, foraging for pieces they left behind on foreign soil, listening to the silence of their deafness in the roar of grenades.
Lest we forget? Not by me.
Fallen. Not forgotten.
In memory of the men and women who fought, and continue to fight, for the freedom we enjoy today. Lest we forget.