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"REUNION"
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Some suspicion old
warriors like to meet
To dwell on old bloody
war stories.
Of course past
experiences are often told,
But not to brag of
their great glories.
They delight in seeing
their brothers all,
Who long ago were
welded into a band,
When they dared the
grim reaper face to face.
and victoriously came
home to our great land.
Those who n're faced
life and death experiences,
Are unable to
understand those days of strife.
They never grieved over
loss of dearest friends,
Or worried about their
brothers' chance of life.
As a family we dearly
treasure those moments,
We share in fleeting
hours of visitation.
And then anxiously
await the next reunion
To slowly come again
for further conversation.
Of one thing you may be
certainly sure,
We will n'er forget
brothers left behind.
Even though our joy
seemingly knows no bounds,
They are sacred trusts
forever in our minds.
So, given that we come
from a different time,
When we were praised
for saving the world alone,
Please, bear with us a
few more years. We'll soon pass on and your concerns will be gone. |
| © 2002 William T. Calhoun |
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