*walks up to the stage*
*knows he's champ and must defend strong*

The Freedom We Encounter Nowadays We Seem To Take Forgranted...Nobody In This Generation Knows What It Truely Means

Growin Up, The Simplistic Life Of a Toddler
You Cherish Naps, Your A Constant Dawdler
Don't Look At Life With A Wordly Aspect
Get Through The Day Without A Tear, You Continue Respect
You Approach Double Digits, It Brings Complexity
So Many Questions, You Forfeit All Simplicity
Once A Year, Since You Banked True Memory
Grandpa Dressed Up In His Medals, Seemed To Worry
Those Shiny Objects Compelled Total Wonderment
He Knew Grandpa Traveled, But Never Knew Where He Went
Those Wrinkled Lips Just Trembled When He Tried To Speak
You Just Knew Devastation Occured, Past Was Bleak
One Day Grandpa Took That Little Boy For A Walk
The Boy Was Old Enough To Understand This Talk

The Story
That Chilling Night On The Shores Of Dieppe
I Knew My Life Was Taking A Forced Step
The Firearm Was My Utensil To Fight
My Orders Were To Kill, To Gain Unstopable Might
At 17 I Was A Trained Killing Machine
To Fire At A Human Being Was Abnormally Obscene
The Facial Expression Of A Victim Was Unforgettable
Another Piece Of Meat Deemed Completely Unusable
Those Multiple Sounds Would Make You Lose It
I Accept Them, Reminded Me Of Old Band Music

Reflection
I Now Understand Why My Grandpa Cried
It Wasn't Sissy, He Knew His Best Friends Died
He Only Shed Tears When The Band Played It's Song Sweetly
The Flood Gates Opened, He Sobbed Uncontrollably
So Now When I Attend Veteran's Day And Honour Our Force
I Accept The Sight Of Those Tears, As The Band Strikes The Chorus

*walks off stage, confident the message has been sent*

__________________

I Speak Out
Battles
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