Silence On the Battlefield

The silence deafens, after all the screams and roars, the din of the battle has died. A sudden stillness descends like a curtain that envelopes all left on the field; its weight sits like a heavy cloak on the shoulders of men. There's nary an echo of those who'd held fast under the fire, there's now just a hush from the lost and the dead. Where are the notes of the fanfare of victory? Who'll play the dirge of the lament of defeat? No medals are pinned, no sword touching shoulders, no glory is honoured, no victory declared. There is only the quiet of the spirits ascending, the noiseless retreat of those who've paid the price for this silence.