To all the people who suffered in endless war.
To the lost, the broken, the fallen, the hopeless.
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Our clothes, our uniforms don’t define us.
Let our hearts speak and not what we think we know.
(Edit: And the “country” we were or still are all fighting for, is one yet to come. A dream, a hope, a kingdom or just earth and nature as they were and should be. Free, perfect and beautiful, unaltered and without judgement.)
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