Green Fields
I don't own anything Hetalia or Greenfield in France.
The warm summer sun shone down on the blonde Frenchmen, the fields were green with markers of stone. Stopping the Frenchmen looked at the marker before him.
"Well how do you do young Willie McBride do you mind if I sit here down by your gravesite?"
The Frenchman sat by the gravestone, leaning back on his hands he looked up to the sky. The color reflecting off of his eyes both clear and blue.
"And rest for awhile neath the warm summer sun, I have been walking all day and I'm nearly done."
Looking back at the stone he reread the writing on the stone.
"I see by your grave stone you were only nineteen when you joined the Great War in 1960. I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean."
He looked away his eye's became distant seeing something only he can see.
"Willie McBride was it slow and obscene? Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down? Did the band play the last post chorus; did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest? Did they beat the drums slowly; did they play the fife lowly?"
Sighing he ran his hand throw his long blonde hair.
"Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind, in some faithful heart is your memory forever enshrined, and thou you died back in 1960 that faithful heart you are forever nineteen."
His voice changes to a more forlorn tone.
"Or are you a stranger without even a name enclosed forever behind a glass plate. In an old photograph torn and battered and stained and stained and faded to yellow in a brown leather frame."
He looked at the surrounding graves, then back at Willie McBride's grave. His eye clouded with pain and sadness, his voice mirroring that pain.
"Willie McBride I can't help but wonder why, do those who lie here know why they died? Did they really believe when they answered the calls, that this war would end wars?"
He places his hand onto the stone, his body now weighed down by wariness and pain. His voice still the same but now holds a note of knowledge of one who has seen more than his share of experiences.
"The sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain, the killing and dying where all done in vain. For Willie McBride it will happen again, and again, and again, and again." He removed his hand from the stone and took a step back glancing once more around the field of graves he turned away and walked away. Stopping once more at the edge he looked back and let one tear fall, knowing he will see more graves before he goes. For in his eyes the green field full of stones is once again a bloody field of bodies.
Hope you guys liked this, got the idea for this when I was listening to the song on my MP3 player. The artist was Celtic Thunder but they are not the only one's who have song this song. I also have three other songs I want to put in fics. two of them while be in two new fics while the third will make appearance in What He Did. Also sorry about not putting the link on I posted this in my Zoology class so here is the link
watch?v=T7BvT2bdhdI
Also the words France say are ether the exect lyrics or I rearranged the because I forgot the order. So cheers.
Adious Black Kaitou.
