Through Their Eyes Through the eyes of those who made it home alive, we see the eyes of those who did not. We make a show of remembering what they cannot forget. But it's all pretense to make us feel less guilty that we live in freedom they paid for with their blood. The eyes of those who made it home alive, hold a thousand stories, written in a language most of us will never know. In our ignorance we celebrate them. We march in parades and lay wreaths. Our intentions are good. We like to think those who never made it home know we have not forgotten. And we haven't. You can't forget what you never knew. But we will stand beside those who made it home alive, with respect and gratitude, as they remember what they cannot forget.
~Elise Skidmore ©2023