A Thought For The Youngs Who Falls Every Day In Any War.

I usually do not speak about the war...
But, I was thinking about April 2009 when my family went to visit me in L.A. from overseas. We went once on the Santa Monica Pier and I noticed that on the beach below, there was something that looked like a cemetery...
I already knew what it was and I needed to pay my respect. So I arrived there and there is a sign that says: "These are the soldiers who lost their lifes in the last two weeks"... And there was a field of crosses and David's stars all over... Another sign said: "These are the soldiers who got injured in combat", and there was a list of pictures of these guys that literally felt the disruption and the tragedy of any conflict on their own bodies... One picture in particular really moved me: There was a pic in which a young soldier with a prostatic arm hugs a Veteran... The Veteran is in tears...
Another sign: "These crosses sign the soldiers who lost their life, if we put one for every casualty death, there would not be enough space on this beach".
Then, I was walking to this cross in particular that had a photo and a pair of military boots... There is a message on top that said that that boy died 9 days earlier and those on the ground were his boots... He was only 19...
I looked at the picture, I looked in his eyes and I could not believe that that young kid 10 days earlier was probably hoping to be home soon and a day after he was gone... I saluted him and while I was walking away, I bursted into tears...
Now, I would like to believe that every soul who witness the sorrow of the war, is now in a place of Peace, where the word pain, death and sadness is unknown and meaningless...