The Fight Worth Fighting Adam Flaig

Standing at attention, the regiments waited in line. They waited for their orders; waited for their sign. The morning had come; the night was through, The grass was still wet with morning dew. The men were nervous, anxious and bold. They thought about past heroes and stories they had told. Some had written letters to the ones whom they loved, Saying no matter what, they'd be watching from above. As the officer encouraged his men with a speech so steadfast, He looked deep into their eyes and he remembered his past. He had been in their shoes and had walked many miles, With flashbacks of horror, misery and trials. The men knew now what had to be done. The war needed to be fought; it needed to be won. They wanted freedom, but at what cost? It didn't even matter how many lives would be lost. The men marched on; they did not run and hide. They knew if they did so, their freedom was a lie. The men fought on, they did their best, and they tried. They knew it did not matter if they lived or if they died.

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