They are not the forgotten as i walk through their Fields i feel their pain,wins and losses, their bravery and courage rushes over me like a wave, we were the helpless and they are our hero's.I stare into their Fields and they show me their battle, this is what i hear and see,, gun shots whistle in the wind cries for help die into soft moans,bodies upon bodies what god would let this happen? their is no need for all this pain so the memories Perice my memories i sit in their Fields wondering why they died a horrible death but they were not in vain for they fought for freedom and will never be forgotten
