And we return.
Let's praise all as we have finished the war, standing and breathing.
We come not in the great amount in witch we left.
Yet we come in single files, some shatterd, others joyful.
Let us bow low for several moments.
For the young, old and middle-aged for who have fallen.
New and experianced, none are immune to they might of metal.
We shout "They have fallen! We stand now, their sacrafice has not gone to waste."
So let none feel sorrow, they shall not stand, yet they are relieved of the world.
Relieved of the pain that they stood against daily, sickness and emotional pain.
We shall rejoice more as the days pass and so will the spirits of the fallen.