All the Soldiers in the steady heat of the Bagdad sun.

Marching to what seems like an endless sea of dead bodies in the sun.

The marched steadily as they came along to a poor boy crying because his father was killed in battle.

The soldiers continued there steady march through the city that was once a delighful market of fresh food.

Bandages being made on the side of the road but some other soldiers were still ready to continue the steady march.

As they marched fewer and fewer soldiers could last the sun in there bulletproof vests.

They kept marching until it was only one of them who was actually still walking.

That one steady marching soldier was determined to finish the war and get all the soldiers back to the comfort and saftey of there homes…