Heroes fall,
Villains rise up.
Families explode apart,
When death plays it's harp.
Benign friends of seasons past,
Emerge to shatter fears grasp.
Old dogs of war with physical and mental battle scars,
Reunite and show youngins might don't make right.
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Two men took up arms,
In tow were their beloveds smiles.
Little cheeks brushed by scruffy gruffs,
Imparted tears of resolute passion.
Two old women with daughters in tow,
Chat of courageous husbands.
Two daughters impart their resolute hearts,
Imprinted by memories of fathers last kiss.
Two Jewish women hug two German women.
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Fallen, never forgotten. A side is chosen. The sacrifice is equal. Deaths scythe isn't picky. It'll come and someone will go.