The Wars

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These are the faces of the fallen. Today there are  5,854. every day the number increases.  When it will end, I do not know but sorrow has no bottom to its depth.  What we have really lost cannot be counted.  I do not have words enough to express my grief which pales in comparison to those who have accompanied the flag-draped coffins to burial.  The deserts and hills of the Middle East are stained with the sacrificial blood of Americas finest and bravest.  The river of sorrows that flows around the world is deep and wide and mothers cannot find solace for their wounded souls.  Life in American can never be the same.  Something has been lost, something which can never be restored.  I will never know the America that was mine as a child. There is a dark and dreary cloud that envelops our land.  Freedom struggles for breath.  Our constitution is shredded within the walls of the Government by men who have sworn to uphold it.  I won't live to see again the glory that was once hers for bit by little bit pieces of liberty and nobleness are torn and trampled under the foot of evil men and women.  I almost wished my soul had be whisked to heaven before this day of trouble had arrived.