SKYLYN

One mortar, two, three mortars; the first had hit a soldier, now the second mortar just hit your friend, it seemed like you wanted to help, you ran to help and you got killed, the third mortar had hit you, you sought to save your friend and you lost your life. Soldiers sacrifice them for each other, even for us, no tension! So appreciate them!

In his well starched khaki camo, he stands head high, with a momentary grin flashing now and then across his fierce face. He lives everyday to protect an oath, which he defiles everyday.