That Day

That Day The guns are silent, and the smoke which filled the air, is long since gone. The sounds that permeated the scene resound no more as they did That Day. The blood-soaked ground has been cleansed by time and weather. But … the frightful horrid memories will forever linger in the minds of the survivors. It makes no difference of where nor when those happenings occurred, for every armed conflict since the beginning of time possess such details. Reminiscent tears erode the conflicts’ causes, but the uncompleted lives of those who died remain damning monuments to the futility of all those collective causes and the madmen who still create them.