They died at Thermopylae. They died because they lived.
They died at Syracuse. They died for no reason.
They died at the Delaware. They were certain they knew why.
They died at Eylau. They believed they knew why.
They died in Camaron. They thought they knew why.
They died in Death Valley. They never worried about why.
They died in Dien Bien Phu. They weren’t supposed to ask why.
They died in the Ia Drang Valley. They weren’t sure why.
In reality they died for each other, but as the Athenians knew, hubris had seduced their final breath.
past is not past 