Soon we will approach another Remembrance Day parade of heroes.
I will stand aside, far enough away from the crowds and wonder:
Watching the line of veterans from the various wars march solemnly
by, I imagine the long shadow they now cast upon the much longer
line of head stones of those long freed no more battles, no more parade duties.

I wonder, are these the ones that would die for me when I would
not die for myself? Are these the few, so very few still smiling
with the crowds yet living a life long vacated of its freedom.
With each step taken it irritates my conscience of antiwar ways, having
to accept somehow their sacrifices did pave this pacifist path of mine

I look in the faces of the drawn, imaging memories of the dead, burdened,
Lost, sacrificed, antagonized, terrorized, demonized and demoralized each
seeking, not my approval but clearly my understanding, not my empathy
not even my sympathy. They march in hope that long after the last soldier has
rise to the drums of his final parade, they too will be shadowed,
cast upon by the memories that enriched this day, as I stand and wonder,
are those the ones that died for me when I would not have died for myself?

When I turn and walk away, another parade fading from my view,
life seemingly mine to enjoy, I imagined what my youth would have been
with a riffle and a water tin. Could I have even imagine life had not the veteran gave their all in an effort that I can now stand tall. Freedom to do my will, even the right to say I never will. Again I wonder were they all the ones that died for me when I would not have died for myself?
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