The people went towards their duty
Starting a new day full of beauty
The people were cheerful, the children were gay,
Unaware of what they had in store for the day…
The sun rose as it usually does
Work began with its usual buzz
When flew a few hundred men
In a journey to their lives’ end.
-- Sergeant
Epilogue: This poem is half-completed... Got left for some reason and then the thoughts never came back...
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