SOLDIERS

They were young, they were strong. They builded up their camp just in front of me.
They were laughing loud in the beginning, then they became more silent and started writing long letters to their beloved ones. I am not sure they thought they could go back home one day.
They were fighting for some reason they probably didn´t know. Their smile was gone.
They looked like the leaves of a tree in autumn.

(The Olive Tree Tales)