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The Last Soldier
The Last Soldier

I saw the parade pass by with the last soldier marching.
I saw politicians stand by not in pride, but in shame as they recited the names of the dead and admitted their failure.
I saw the marching band step in time to silence, no more hymns of glory could they play.
I saw mothers and fathers say, “No, I will not sacrifice my child on the altar of a nation’s pride.”
I saw flags no longer madly waved, but held in quiet reverence.
I saw the granite statues crack and crumble, symbols to the waste of war.
I saw the last solider give his final salute and the trumpeter play taps one last time.
I saw the end of brutality and death.
I saw the graveyard flags turned to threads by the ceaseless wind.

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  • David M. Horst is the Minister at the Central Unitarian Church, where he has served since August 2013. David has nearly 40 years of experience in congregational and transitional ministry, organizing and advocacy, arts administration, community service, pastoral care, advertising...

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