Where did you go
How far did you walk
To serve and defend
Why did you think
To do that for us
Could you see the end?
Or did you plan
A life beyond
Space where you could breathe?
Never knowing
Your minutes were few
Sure of path beneath
You fought bravely
For kin and country
Preserved Liberty
Would you change it
If you knew your fate
Seen in periphery
Oh, how I wish
It was different
That you’d come back home
But it is with
The deepest honor
Your sacrifice is known
Author's Note:
Written quietly in the early hours of Memorial Day, this piece came through as I sat with memory, reflection, and the weight of sacrifice.
It’s not about politics. It’s not about glorifying war.
It’s about the human cost. The ones who didn’t come home.
And the ache they leave behind. — Liora
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