Red memories of pyres, so long agonFiery troops left as smoldering embersnBroken dreams, shattered like glassnThe edges still sharp, to slash and dismembernnWasted lives? Or noble ends? - innocent victims, lay staring in wonder..nTroubled minds go over the edge, fall to the ground, and are torn asunder....nnBattle weary patriots, in blood stained uniforms...nTrading death with the enemy, in the volleying cannon storms...nnNoble lives, with wasted ends - fates are controlled by impersonal friends..nFragile lives, hang on delicate threads...nWoven through hell - and cut shortnnCharging towards the battlefront.. attacking underfirenInjured soldiers in the aftermath, waiting in pain, to die!