Wars are terrible, they say
unless you win
The victors celebrate for years
take pictures and wear medals
Their children are proud,
their grandchildren, prouder still
But time makes light of all of man's achievements
It moves on with a pace plodding and lightning fast
One day a Nation wakes up with amnesia
no memory of the struggle, only faded black and white photos
All the soldiers,
the parades, their flags, their wives,
in absentia, gone
.