we were once soldiers.
of our youth, of our prime and our greatness.
we harnessed our abilities at our best and aimed for glory at its purest.
and then, the earth called our bodies back - turning it once again to dust.
and our soul heeded the Father's call - as we rode on the wing's of angels.
what we leave behind could possibly be more than a memory, but a legacy.
perhaps, more importantly, a story told and re-told over generations.
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