There once was a boy named Nicolas, a fine young boy was he, with a crop of golden hair, he was going on 18.
There once was a woman named Sally, a fine young woman was she, with a mane of black hair, she was going on 23.
Nicky and Sally, were deeply and very much in love, but Nicky was solider and Sally marched only under peace's dove.
And one day Nicolas said, in a was that trembled with pain, "The office just telegraphed, I am to march again".
Now Sally threw herself down and sobbed on Nicky's shoes, for she feared that in this battle Nick would surely lose.
And the day Nick walked from the door of the home the lovers shared, Sally's heart was shattered, for Nick never reappeared.
For many years Sally sat herself by the fire in Grandmothers chair and she cried for her lost solider boy who had marched his cursed march.
But 5 years on, Sally now at 28, a man arrived with news, Nicks body had been found, she was invited to join the family in putting him in the ground.
She went to the funeral and saw the stone, the last template of Nicolas James. She cried to herself as she went to home the home she and Nicky had shared and on the way she saw a poster and this is what it said.
Join The Army, your country needs YOU!
And it was this poster read upon this fateful day that truly Broke poor Sally's heart for now you fully understood. The war would go on and more would die, more sons would be slaughtered, more lovers would cry, her soldier boy was just the start of many more to die.
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