4 May 2012
Horses: the forgotten heroes. _____________________
The dappled grey stallion stood shivering against the harsh weather, no protection provided to shelter him or the others. His once noble head hung low to the ground, every ounce of pride disappeared. His once muscular build was reduced to a poor, sickly body with protruding bones and a muddy coat. His hazel eyes told a tale of sadness; of dead companions and everlasting fear. From the knee down his bony legs were covered in a blanket of mud, which invaded his cuts and sores and poisoned them with infection. He would pull the ammunition that would win a battle until his legs gave way to exhaustion. He would take his riders across the raging battlefield to fight, only to receive injuries and pain. He would take the soldiers for miles on end, his feeble body too weak for such errands. But despite all this, he remained loyal. He helped us win the war, and he did us all proud. _____________________
Remember the horses. They died for us too.
A Soldier With hooves • Opuss № I