Wounded Soldiers Continued

The dust settles. And the smoke clears. Looking around, we see the terrible mishap of the battle gone bad. 
Trying to talk negotiations never works. The only thing that happens is that the other side just doesn't move thier heavy artilliary. They say, "It's about me." When did they forget that they joined us in battle? When did they forget who all was in the war? 
Tears stream down the face of the many wounded. Not knowing quite what to do. There are wounds that many do not see. Deep wonds no one knows that exist. The wounds of the heart......

Prepare for battle. The issues never end. Never give up.. is the motto. Never give in... no matter what cost to your own souldiers. So.. we march.. determined to resolve this. 
Put on the uniform. Dust it off. Take a shower and pretend there are no wounds. Don't ever show the weakness. Don't show the enemy anything.
Yet.. in the silence we are told... it is better to tell than to keep it alone. 
Not this. Not your most intelligence to protect your souldiers. Guard up!
So.. we tried.. but, in a failed attempt. The boundries of the enemy are just to thick to cross. No talking is ever going to get them to move. So we move... onward... away... far, far away.
Some say.. that is not good. Hold your ground. But the fight is senseless. No movement from the other side only means one thing. They are determined not to budge.
So can we be... and we want retaliation. Retaliation holds no victory. Only defeat... 
What a story this comes to be. 
Won't any one join our bregade?We have spoken of many defeats as soldiers but, have not mentioned the victories. Yes. We have had our share of those as well. 
Our faces turn from sadness to smiles when we see the places where we have been, and the silent vicotories we have witnessed. They may be small to some, but we do have some pride in the accomplishments we have made.
We have marched this field a long time. We have not lost our own life.. that of the body. We have been wounded, but we have learned a great deal about life in general. We have unified some in the ranks that seemed impossible when we first began this battle. We have made some extrodinary friends. This we could never ever express our gratitude for.
We have found solice in some places... Places to feel safe and secure. We want to share that this is one of those places... 
We still march..


We hear other souldiers battle cries. We see them. Read them. Know that they exist. We welcome their input and observations.
We tend to march silently as to not alarm anyone. Our story is great and the battle is weary. We wait. We wonder... should we take our souldiers to some place far away for retreat? Is it wrong to let them rest?
We see their weary faces. We even know their names. We try to keep them safe but the world holds many hazards. We don't think we can battle this alone... yet we feel alone. Even with many family members around. It feels alone...
So weary... 
Marching.. marching....


The walls are thick and tall. Some people call them "boundries". We see them as impossible fortresses never to be crossed. We send out scouts to view them. They come back even more wounded than we sent them. 
There are people about saying that we "should" acknowledge these walls and stay away. Yet, we keep approaching them as some sort of task that will never be won. 
Get out the best armoured artilliary we have.. Souldiers march. Keep on marching. Yet those walls never come down. We think it is a battle that will never be won...
so why do we keep marching....????


The weary calvary leave the field. They tire of the battle and believe that the soldiers can go onward alone. They don't watch any more in disbelief or in utter helplessness. They fail to realize what support can do for the troops.
So the soldiers are left to battle alone... again. No more support from the very help from which there was an offer.
How sad....