As they march forward,
they think back to their lives, their family, and friends.
wondering if they will ever see them again...
but still they march on.
knowing that they may die.
knowing they might get tortured.
knowing they may face unimaginable pains.
yet still, they march on.
gladly willing to die for the man beside him,
and their family back home,
and for their country.
and still they march on.
knowing they will be plagued with nightmares,
reliving the horrors they have faced,
or the things they have done.
and yet still! they march on.
they continue to march on until they cant any longer,
and even then, they are by your side.
helping you just as they did in life.
and so, they help you march on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
helping you just as they did in life. and so, they help you march on. Good..