I fought

The only way

I knew

They fell

More friends

Than foes

The end

Could not be

Celebrated

When after

Only loss

Is remembered

With the larks

And somber

Clouds

We keep the

Lives lost

Along the way

Within our 

Hearts worn

On our sleeves

For we all

Shed the same

Blood

No matter

Which side

We crossed from

To reach the

Field of resting,

Breathing poppies.

A poem for Remembrance Day that's long overdue.