Here I sit set in stone Bronze and Steel, I have no emotions I do not feel. I am just a memory of those who fell, who gave their lives for a country they knew so well. You come you stare you stand or maybe you kneel, you close your eyes and then you start to feel. As the darkness falls over your eyes, you are there alongside the cries. All around you the smell of death, soldiers lying there taking their last breath. All around you the noise the smell confusion of men, where at first there was a thousand now barely one hundred and ten. Still they fight with honour onwards they go, the pain and trauma it doesn't show. The crackle of gunfire boom of the bomb's is the deafing noise, but it means nothing hearing the thud of the bullets as they hit our boys. Then there is silence as you open your eyes, the only thing left is a tear but no cries. Here you stand and remember the war, the pain the anguish the soldiers and more. I am only made of Stone Bronze and Steel, and yet I made you remember I made you feel.