I make these words
for those that once stood at the edge
wondering if they would ever return... to safe ground
My friends and comrades
that felt the same consuming fear within
and moved forward on command, to not be left behind
Strangers becoming brothers
bonding in fire and fear, wanting only tomorrow
each of us aching for a place, we all fondly called "the world"
My best friend
wrenching in pain, only a moment left
stunned by the reality of dying so far from home, hopelesly alone
The never ending rockets
a roulette game, that no one can win
watching us fall by the numbers, pulling metal tags
Reading the names of the men
some themselves almost children, fatal or injured
writing imposable letters, to say how we won, how the spirt goes on
Each generation coming
will live the same blessing and pain
from the armies of Caesar, to the revolution, to today
The places may change
the weapons may become more ornate
yet the man within the fire and fear, will remain the same
There is always a price to pay
freedom, is never free
Lee





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