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Those who fought the Asian war, were not like those who fought before. Yes, death was death under crimson skies, and sightless eyes marked those who died. The fears the same, it steals your breath, when the gates of hell deliver death. But in the end, when they returned, there was no heroes welcome earned. Many turned their eyes away, no honor was bestowed that day. But as the mist of time descends, we realize we have wronged our friends. For the horror that they suffered through, was partly caused by me and you. So for those who felt so long forsaken, it was us at home who were mistaken. For valor knows no special war, we weep for those who can give no more. Through the years the story told, of you who were our warriors bold. Our history will reflect the tale, of those who fought, and did not fail.
For Ski, we still miss you.
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