By the time they were in the grime of sweat and mud mixed trenches under unbearable heat and stink of human waste, the fluttering feeling of excitement to be glorified in a foreign land must have turned into a nauseous state of shock - by the time they saw what a 10 gram lead could do, tearing nearby comrade's skull and obliterating the youth of the fallen who would never have known what the world had to offer, the shock must have turned into awakening to a blunt reality tilted more towards the odds of not being able to see the next day light yet alone going back home on two attached legs. Squeezed between a seemingly flatenned tiny universe between half a meter wide trench walls and the bluest sky of the Aegean coast washed with the chilling breeze of the Dardanelles, we might have never known the true feelings of these unfortunate souls.
Sides fighting viciously for survival to see the next sunrise, had very stark differences on apperances, languages and cultures. But none seemed to be a factor when the bayonets stroke and the steel punctured flesh, the earth has become the ground of creating commonality eliminating differences. It is as if as more blood of these souls sucked into the cracked earth, the more they had become brothers of the fate that brought them together. The definition of this type of brotherhood is not based on any tangible human attribute, its meaning could only be felt but not be told, it is a dimensionless universe where greed and pride has no meaning. The sacrifice can not be measured with such earthly commodities. They can not be hijacked by a politician in a fiery patriotic propaganda speech, no price is as high as a young man losing his dreams, his life, his being.
They are lying in the bossom of the earth where the bluest Aegean sky saluting them for eternity as one united soul regardless of their origin, culture, skin, and language.
- Lest we forget -
