Only history will note the lonely battleground. The once bloody field where hero’s faced demons, and death loomed impossible and always for someone else, where rotting corpse and rusting weapon sink into the bog forgotten forever, where courage is fleeting and cowardice dies a long lonely death.
No pen can do justice to the sacrifices made. The life remaining stained with the life taken. Moments long gone to exist as nightmares tomorrow.
The scars. The regret. The loss. The honor of combat. All are intangible treasures won through the efforts paid for with fealty.
Enemies will be foes forever and comrades in arms family for life.
History will tell the tale of the lonely battlefield where warriors never wished to be, but are cursed to never leave.