Fallen Comrades

There they were, gathered in the soft glow of the rising sun, sitting, and kneeling quietly as they waited for the final news of the battle. It had been an intense fight and everyone knew that some had not survived. A few were looking, searching for friends and fellow soldiers, peering into the shadows, hoping, wondering, had they survived? Would their name be read by their leader as one of the many fallen? Others just sat quietly, looking down, feeling the weight of the battle pressing down upon them, and the sadness that comes from losing friends and fellow soldiers. A sense of the impending lose seemed to ebb and flow over those who remained. Deep within the heart of some, in the secret places that only they knew about, a part of them secretly rejoiced that they had survived the battle, and yet, how could they enjoy that moment when the sorrow was pressing in all around them? A quietness filled the air as they waited, waited for the final news that would come when the sun was fully risen and this new day began.
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