The road of war is paved with heroes blood; rains of sadness and tears turn the dirt to mud. <br />From the heavens on high a hero rises, who falls with each of his sacrifices. <br />The flag he carried then torn and tattered was once brilliant and noble, not battered. <br />The silence long and surreptitious, no ending veiled by brilliance. <br />'A hero need not speak for when he is gone, the world will speak for him.' <br />And risen from the ashes comes a follower, a person of strength, will, and courage. <br />Heroes are born from the ashes of the fallen.<br /><br />Michael Hammer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heroes-18/
