In my younger days I would be finding ways to get over there and fight with whoever pays me the most.
Then either side will remember me, a name on some memorial, one day a year. I will be remembered somehow for my efforts. That lonely I was in those days, The only way to be remembered is dead with my name on some stone somewhere, anywhere if my efforts helped others.
The way things are going even much later in my life, I still wish I was younger to fight for something, anything. Some say we fight for love that will be forgotten.
Even in a 100 years, maybe more my name will be on some stone somewhere for being in a war that people will put flowers on it once a year on Veterans day..
