If only you could see,
past the facade,
of our smiles.
Our porcelen painted smiles.
If you took us apart,
past the soft tissue,
the bolts and screws of tolerance,
and the flame of our own personality,
you'll find injustice.
No amount of denial can hide what's in our soul.
The ones we love,
the ones we've lost.
Our heart breaths life for new hope,
and bleeds vengence for lost struggle.
We live in the moment,
running and jumping over life's hurdles,
like a star-athelete,
but in one moment,
our life freezes.
Crumbles.
Slips slowly away at what we must face.
Denial seems right,
for this cant be true.
These young people dying around us.
We just saw them yesterday.
Just heard their laugh on the phone.
Just jammed out to their favorite song with them.
Did we beg and plead them to stay?
No.
Did we tell them we loved them?
No.
Did they know how much we cared,
or how much losing them would crush our very foundation?
No.
But we still cry,
so they may hear.
So they may know how much we care,
and even if we can't show it now,
it burns within every fiber or our being.
We lost them,
a part of us,
and we remain......
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The Fallen Soldiers:
Derek Lynn Albert Berhends (1987-2005) heart
William Eugene Gibson(1985-2005)
Cody Don Ramer(1985-2006) ninja
Kyle Sandavall(1988-2006) stressed
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