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The sounds never stop. Even in sleep. The time has never gone so slowly. Ear ringing and eyes stinging. War is noise. 

But the silence doesn't not bring happiness or joy. It brings greif and sadness. For silence is a reminder that friends and enemy's are gone. That brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, sons and daughters are gone. That they are not going home. 

The silence means the fighting has stop for a moment but it only stops to drag in the wounded and to collect our thoughts. In a moment we will go through it all again. 

The noise will begin. Ears ringing and eyes stinging but we must push onward for there is no tomorrow without our bravery today. 

Lest we forget.