I have seen enough wars for a lifetime, son,

said the old veteran on bed number nine.

I can still hear the grumbling of tanks and the thumping of guns

as orders for more bloodshed spread throughout the frontline.

I looked upon the crimson horizon, embracing the canvas beneath.

What had we become, children of Ares!

Amidst the cries of pain and the dance of death

came victory, but at what cost, the old veteran said.

Young and naive: I was back then,

ready to give my life for The Motherland.

I look back and wonder about the dead and the wounded ones.

On that day, humanity lost, and we won.

O bearers of the future, mark my word.

They say the pen is mightier than the sword, so use the pen and not the sword. Peace and understanding will take you where war cannot.

Let diplomacy and compromise become the pillars of the new world.

War is a necessary evil for those watching it from afar.

For those on the frontline, it leaves an everlasting scar.

As I said, I have seen enough wars for a lifetime.

So I wish you see none, said the old veteran on bed number nine.