Tragedy
Death.
Mysterious, classic, romantic.
Innocent.
Her arms cover her face,
Her stomach holds the biting bullets,
Her legs recklessly thrown about.
Lifeless.
Five, Seven, Nine.
Youth.
Her body lies in a pool of crimson,
Her fallen comrades mangled and broken,
Her wish did not come true.
-Hachiko
May the lives of the children taken NEVER be forgotten. May the families come closer together to celebrate a painful holiday in which their children would only want them to continue living happily. The tragedy will stay within the hearts of Americans everywhere. We are one country who is united by our children and our future. Let no differences come between us. Religion. Race. Political stance. When our future is threatened and our families destroyed, we will rise up as one nation and tear down that threat. Then we will continue living with a place in our hearts for every fallen comrade. Whether we know their names or not, they are still a part of us.