Nameless Soldier

A bayoneted rifle stuck in the ground with a soldier’s helmet on it lies as a marker for a solder buried there in the haste of battle. No more will he see the joy again within his loved ones eyes. No more will he feel the tears on his cheeks as they leak down from his eyes. His is just a lonely grave that is crying out for a name like hundreds there with just a rife as a marker. At home, and mothers weep for their lost sons who fell before their time leaving their ghost to roam across a soon forgotten battlegrounds. The grave will lay unattended all the time fighting prevails. Only a rifle stuck in the ground will tell all someone is lying there. The nameless soldier whose flesh had been torn to shreds lies silent and at peace in a land far from his home. 22 May 2009