We Will Remember Them

by Sgt. Sporky

The Long Patrol holds a ceremony to honor fallen comrades, and a Sergeant thinks. I know it's late, but this one goes out to all the veterans out there, and the ones who didn't make it home.

It had been a long day. But the Sergeant wouldn't give in now. The ceremony was almost over. Respects would be paid to the fallen, and then he could rest his weary body.

As the hares laid their wreaths, clad in full parade dress, each one stepping back and saluting smartly before marching off to fall back in with their individual platoons, he could do nothing but think.

He was the last one in the line, so he had a long time to do it.

He couldn't help but wonder why the vermin chose to raid and plunder and pillage, why they couldn't all just live in peace with the woodlanders.

Wouldn't it be nice, he thought, if everybeast could beat their swords into plowshares, stop fighting, and work together?

But it could not be. He dwelt on this until his turn came. He followed the rest, except he took up his position in front of his platoon. They marched off the parade grounds and the old Sergeant went off to bed. He woke up in the morning, all the previous day's thoughts still in his mind.

At the going down of the sun, and in the morning, he thought, we will remember them. We will remember them.