Silence

As I stand there in my kit, I can feel them.
The many that have died for us.
I don't know them; never have.
Never will.

Silence descends over the square,
The grand clock strikes Eleven.
A cannon shot fires through the air
marking the start of the two minutes.
Silence.

The resounding boom echoes in my ears.
Was it as loud as this on the Battleground?
Was there as much of a warning as I had
before a shot silenced them?
Strikes from the clock shatter the silence.

On the third strike, a child cries out.
How many tears were shed on that battlefield?
Families torn apart.
Destroyed.

The Dawn of the Eleventh.
Silence reigns supreme.
A small amount of peace through the gunfire.
The whole world seems to be…

Fixed.

As I stand there in my kit, I can feel them.
The many that have died for us.
Now I know them, even though I never have.
And I never will.