The sounds of battle dwindling, the sounds of celebration Bells.
The sounds of people cheering and singing loudly as well.
The sound of bands and marching feet returning, home to all they treasured and held dear.
Yet they knew not all would be returning,as good friends and neighbours had sadly fallen.
Yet we knew how they fought and when they finally laid down still.
They asked us to share their stories if they did not return home with us, as they wanted you to know, exactly where and when, and hear their final words of love which only we could send.
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