The priest walked by the caskets chanting a slow prayer, calling the souls of the dead to a peaceful afterlife. As she watched, Ukraine felt like crying. Her soldiers were finally getting reburied in their country, where they belonged. Each of them had a family and friends that mourned their death and cursed the war that took their loved ones from them. Ukraine felt a tear slip down her cheek, they all had such bright futures ahead of them.
As she looked at her country's best and brightest who were soon to meet the earth once again, she was brought back to that war. The one where her brother went crazy. The bombs, the smoke, the gunfire. Her body ached from the scars it delivered, and her heart ached for her brothers in arms, whom it had taken away from her.
She smiled sadly. Even now, centuries after she was created, lousing her people to war never got any easier. Finally, as the caskets were taken away to be buried in a nearby cemetery she blew a kiss to her fellow soldiers, inwardly promising she would never forget them. Then, she turned her back and went to comfort their grieving loved ones.
I have seriously got to stop reading the newspaper. So this is just something I thought of when I read an article about WW2 soldiers getting reburied. It was extremely short though which is why the details in here sucked. Also I'm sorry if my writing is terrible, there really is no excuse
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