Sunshine and misery

As the sun goes down into the dusty sand that so consumes our sight we see the stail blood on the cobble stone streets. Streets is an understatement it's more like death row. But being brave we can clearly hear the tears of sorrow tomorrow and look apron the the crus of happiness. But with the night sky covering the sun that assures us we still have a day left we fear what we will leave on if we have completed our jouenergyys as we should or if we succeeded in the strength that we searched for. But as watching our firends harts explode as we cry and wish that we could have taken that one bullet for those who have family's and ones who have been fighting longer then we have we feeling the splatter of tears on our own. The warm blood on the cobbled stone becomes part of the earth as we grow and the sadness fades away to joy that we have served our country and lives as well as make god proud. And as we see the light that we feel white wings around us to carry we say goodbye and say I love you to those who we have proved our lives worthy of protecting because after all we all have the strength in our harts but the misery to fight in our heads.