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.
J.G. Chayko is a writer, actress and international arthritis advocate living on the beautiful west coast of British Columbia. She has published poetry, fiction and creative non-fiction. Her work has appeared in Canadian Stories, Shotgun Honey, and Boston Literary Magazine. She is a contributing writer to three anthologies and the author of the blogs The Old Lady in My Bones, based on her experience living with Rheumatoid Arthritis, and Corkboards and Coffeehouses, essays on her writing life. Her work has also been featured in Arthritis Digest UK, Health Central, and Pain Free Living Magazine. She is a graduate of the Writer's Studio and is working on her first novel.
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Fallen but not forgotten.
