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I once was stained with the blood of 2,000 soldiers but now it is washed away and I am now clean as a new day rises over the horizon as if the pain of others was washed away by the rising tide. As the waves crash against the metal statue as if to represent the soldiers fighting. When the sun hits the memorial the sun has created the time and made a sundial against the concrete memorial on top of the short sea wall. As tide lowers the shells are revealed to the sunlight for the child to go  and pick lost treasures out of the layers of deep sand. To most the beach is a battlefield of World War II but to a young child it is an entry t

There were so many thing that were left unspoken Some many time it was kept inside So many lies So many times So many word that we should have said