You accept the good life, all without a thought, claiming it is your right. The right to live and do as you will. A special life, ah tis that indeed. A piece of metal forged into a design, tied with a ribbon was our reward. We were grateful.
Tiny crosses dot the earth around the world.
Many stand in foreign soil, never to be seen by our families, some here at home in sacred ground. Perhaps you think them pretty in their symmetrical rows, not one individually stands out. Nay, they are more, these emblems insure you the right to be individuals in all things. Even to ignore our reasons for dying. Take heed of us and the histories of the past.