<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353004" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Guardian</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Louder to him than the deafening cries, <br>Are the gunshots that pierce each man as he dies.<br>He looks about and sees the demise, <br>Of his once good friends and his trusted allies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was scared of death and fell to the ground, <br>Trying his best to make an audible sound.<br>He closed his eyes and held in his tears, <br>The fight soon ended confirming his fears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He waited awhile and then got up, <br>Inside of a building, a bomb then blew up.<br>He let loose his tears, and in his mind he said, <br>I was a coward, I wish I were dead! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Watching the building, he noticed a child, <br>Helpless and trapped; that's when he smiled.<br>A chance for redemption, now was his time, <br>He ran into that building and started to climb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Collapsing around him, the ceiling now trembled, <br>He jumped for the child as the floor disassembled.<br>Quickly he grabbed that child and ran, <br>the fastest he could, toward where he came in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just as it fell, he made it outside, <br>Collapsed to the ground, with the kid at his side.<br>The coward he was at the start of the day, <br>is dead now; the soldier is here to stay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Brandon+McConnell">Brandon McConnell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353004" data-title="Guardian de Brandon McConnell" data-description="Louder to him than the deafening cries, Are the gunshots that pierce each man as he dies. He looks about and sees the demise, Of his once good friends and his trusted allies. He was scared of death and fell to the ground, Trying his best to ma..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black