Lest We Forget:

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This poem is inspired by my grandpa. He was chosen to go in the war at a very young age to fight in a small European war. By the way, he survived. However, he said three things about that war. One, he didn't shoot anyone cause he knew it wasn't right to end someone's life for a problem that wasn't their fault at all. Two, his friend died in front of his eyes and that's how he knew that it wasn't right to shoot anyone and three, he told me that he will NEVER forget how torturous that war was for him. He said the memories of the war and death will forever remain in his head. Now he is fighting against dementia, but I still call him every day and say, lest we forget.

Imagine what it's like to be in the war, to fight
To see people die serving their country and doing what's right
Or to be a nurse and see injured people all-day
We should be thankful that's not us fighting or serving our country away

Most of us are sitting at home
Doing nothing but maybe reading some books on loan
Even doctors and nurses, no matter how thankful we are to them,
Don't have to die to survive the torturous warlike soldiers

Every day we should recognise the fallen and pray for the others
What would it be like for their siblings, fathers or mothers?
When they die we don't care, we don't remember them
Cause we're not the ones fighting the good fight, none of us would dare

So please let us not forget those people who have fallen or not
And those brave soldiers may forever be in our hearts
Let's think of our destinies from now on and,
Lest we forget

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