I now know why men who have been to
war yearn
to reunite.
Not to tell stories or look at old
pictures. Not to
laugh or 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 I know no
other men. I
have never given anyone such trust.
They were willing to guard something
more
precious than my life.
They would have carried my reputation,
the
memory of me.
It was part of the bargain we all
made, the reason
we were so willing to die for one
another.
As long as I have my memory, I will
think of them
all, every day.
I am sure that when I leave this
world, my last
thought will be of
my family and my comrades …. Such good men.
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