Could you?

Could I do it too?
Could I put my life on the line?
To stand up for what I believe in.

It's like trying to speak to the deaf.
It's like trying to describe colour to the blind.
It's like teaching a mute to speak.

You'll never be able to understand it unless you've experienced it.
You can pretend like you know
Words from someone else might make it more clear.

And I know, you think you hear this every day.
But you don't.
For one day, out of three hundred and sixty five, you hear about it.
What about the other three hundred and sixty four?
Some of us don't even spend that ONE day listening to it.
We skip our assemblies at school.
We ignore the ceremonies on tv.

What if it was you?
What if you were in that situation?
You had to go over the top, of those dirty muddy trenches, to face a man, you have never seen before.
He's shooting at you.
Trying to kill you.
Could you do it?
If the answer is no, then at least give these men, who did.
They did it for you.
So you wouldn't have to later on.
Give these men, your respect.
Because they deserve it more than anyone out there.

These men, weren't men, they were boys.
It could have been me and my friends
It could have been. Me.
Going over there.
A gun in my hands.
Taught to shoot.
Taught to kill.

And they would have done the same.
Taught to shoot at me.
Taught to kill me.

What if it was?
What if my entire school, all the boys, we were one squadron.
And only 15 of us came back. Thats one class of boys.
What if I was one of those 15?
What would I feel?
I'd feel depressed that I survived.

And now, as these veterans slowly pass away.
So does Remembrance day.

What these men must have witnessed.
These boys.
I'm deaf.
I'm blind.
I'm dumb.

I know nothing of what they went through.
I can try to understand.
But I never will.
I can only
Imagine what I would have done in their position.
And personally...


I don't think I could have.