A Tale of Sacrifice and Service

We are in the same class..

You have three A's..

I have three S's...

We both left home when we were twenty..

You went to campus..

I went to the army..!

You fought for free education and got a degree..

I didn't die and trained in the jungle and became a soldier..

You got a big job in a company..

I went to the front with my division..

You went to work at eight in the morning and came home at five..

I fought for weeks..

You got a raise..

Shining stars gathered on my shoulders..

Every evening you came home..

I wrote a letter to my mother in the evening..

You got a job..

I got a job..

We both got married..

When you came home, "Be careful when you leave.." my wife said..

My wife held a Bodhi puja so that I could stay alive..

We both celebrated New Year's.. Vesak.. Christmas Celebrated..

From your colorful lights in your living room..

I was under a tree in the forest, bathed in the milky moonlight...

True, you were also in a war..

I was in a different war..

You went abroad for office work..

I went to the front lines to join the last battle..

We both came back..

Your family.. Our family..

Tears in both of their eyes...

You wiped their tears..

I couldn't wipe them away...

You went to your family..

Our family came to me...

You hugged them..

I couldn't hug them...

You were with your family..

I was on the shoulders of my friends.. Inside a sealed box...

Inside the box shaped like a lion flag, there were many medals shining on my chest..

The service you did A certificate of appreciation..

We all fight for our country..

Some collect memories..

But some,

Sacrifice everything for our country..

You took our country to the international arena..

I, left you a free country to return to...!

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To paraphrase my words, the original of this was something I saw on Facebook.. There is one reason why I wrote this and reposted it..

"It's a job, after all..." A close friend of mine once told me that.

"True.." I didn't say anything.. Being a soldier is a kind of job..

"Because there is no other job to do..." When I heard that... If you say I was burned, I'm right..

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If you are also someone who lives on this earth, and loves this earth more than gold, you should also be burned..

Those who are enjoying themselves while spinning in their comfortable chairs in glass palaces don't realize that there are sixty and a half institutions that are working hand in hand to provide employment to someone who doesn't have a job, such as garments, factories, services, manpower, etc.

They feel it the day a bomb explodes near their glass walls.

It has been fifteen years since the war ended, and we are still experiencing the unjust consequences of the war. We have worked hard for thirty years to maintain the government by paying double taxes for the rice you and I eat.

But today we walk in a free country, on free roads, with a free mind..

However,

When you feel that your God of that day has become your eight-pass friend today, you feel an amazing emotion.

You must have a wonderful heart to fight for your country. If you think that they dedicate themselves to a job only, separating themselves from relatives and friends, dedicating years, days, weeks and months, then there is a big flaw in you somewhere.

I know people from war hero families who died for their country two or three days before the birth of their firstborn child. Although they did not get the chance to ask for father, they sacrificed their lives for the sake of a tomorrow for their unborn children. That is their pride..

Our future..!

Even though they are in the arms of their mother, they are living gods.

They are more alive than the temple gods who extort thousands with a bowl of fruit... more honest...

They are the ones who created a free and secure homeland for the Benz monk in the glass palace and the beggar in the slum.

It is because of those gods that you are reading this while riding the bus today.

There are many more things to say.

But I don't even have the words to write them...!