Anzac

I think the title speaks for it's self

A thin mist falls over the silent crowd.

The only sound is that of a solitary trumpeter playing the haunting 'Last Post'

Sombre faces, steely gazes and tear stained cheeks stare ahead as the sun rises.

The trumpeter steps down and salutes the flag that gently blows at half mast.

As he stands beside his comrades a single tear trickles down his face.

He wipes it away hastily but not before a fellow solider puts a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It's ok, mate" Is all that is whispered.

One by one officials lay wreaths and after a minutes' silence those heartbreaking words are spoken.

"…and with the going down of the sun, we will remember them"

 

Reviews

[Aimee Mahathy]

The choice of form is perfect here. I feel that if you would've gone for rhyme, it would've created too much of a light-hearted feel. And this piece requires every bit of melancholy you could give it.
This is a beautiful and fitting tribute~