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I know now why
men who have been to war yearn to reunite.
Not to tell
stories or to look at old pictures.
Not to laugh or
to weep.
Comrades gather
because
they long to be
with the men who once acted at their best,
Men who suffered
and sacrificed,
who
were stripped of their humanity.
I did not pick
these men
they were
delivered by fate and the military
but
I know them in a way that I know no other men.
I’ve never given
anyone such trust.
They were willing
to guard something more precious than my life.
They would have
carried my reputation all the memory of me.
It was part of
the bargain we all made
the
reason we were so willing to die for one and other.
As long as I have
my memories
I will think of
this and think of them all every day.
I’m sure that
when I leave this world
my last thoughts
will be of my family and my comrades
- SUCH GOOD MEN.
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