He serves through his martyrdom He serves through his martyrdom

Why is the world so insensitive towards the woes of a soldier? Why is the world so insensitive towards the woes of a soldier?

The poem describes the mystical mystery of joy. The poem describes the mystical mystery of joy.

Love is a myriad of big, catastrophic, explosive things, in ways more than one. Love is a myriad of big, catastrophic, explosive things, in ways more than one.

Soldiers keep us safe from wicked others; They are our greatest securities. Soldiers keep us safe from wicked others; They are our greatest securities.

I wasn't born when we got freedom So I couldn't understand sacrifice and martyrdom I wasn't born when we got freedom So I couldn't understand sacrifice and mart...