To the Loved and the Lost at Abbey Gate

I cannot pretend to know the pain that rests heavy on your hearts from beyond, nor can any man measure the cost you bore when you gave what was most sacred to a cause that, in the end, refused to be sacred itself.

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— InfantryDort (@infantrydort) May 25, 2025

...You were sent not into battle, but into chaos. Not toward a victory, but toward a gate. Too narrow for all the trust placed in it. And yet, you stood there. Brave, willing, and unarmed in the ways that matter most. A rifle may guard the perimeter, but it is courage that guards the soul. 

The nation weeps for you still. But it does not yet understand. 

That, too, will change. 

Because there are those among us who have not forgotten. Who have not made peace with your deaths. Who do not accept the shameful silence that followed the blast, nor the soft lies that tried to cover its sound. Righteous accountability is coming. Not from vengeance, but from duty. The kind you knew well. 

And when the truth stands up, even if on trembling legs, may it carry your names as a banner raised above the noise of politics and cowardice. 

For the war may have ended in retreat, but your memory does not. 

It advances still.