They say now that war is too deep to dwell on;

Deeper than a stinking shell hole-

Than rats and mud and rotting flesh,

Drowning in putrid water.

Remeber those whose graves are known only unto God.

They say remember,

But they forget the reality of war.

Ice melts into blood.

Those who return,

Soulless,

The forgotten,

Cast to one side.

Living in a shadow,

Distorted by experiences society has no place for.

No loving mother nation to return to,

You must be blind to do such things.

Bury him in your mind,

Cut him out.

Reality is pain.

Look at him - this ghost man - living in purgatory on earth.

As dead as the thousands trapped beneath the soil,

Their memories clawing out.

Those to whom the fortunes of war were denied.

Death for feedom,

Death for pride.

The unlived years,

Families dream in pain.

Holding on to memories - its all they have - dying to save their lost.

May their names liveth for evermore.

Unknown soldier,

Known only to God.