The Rank and File Host

Blue uniforms and white chevrons,

perilous deeds and honorable mentions,

white-knuckled fear to span new dimensions.

But, oh, I certainly had it easier than most.

Seven years departed. Seven years to harden.

Without question, the thing I miss the most,

among the rank and file host,

is the ease in which I could blindly reach,

and find a Brother or Sister’s Honor.

Unstained. Unbroken. Complete.

We chose to be there, each and all.

Some didn’t make it home.

More still would fall.

Like me.

I fell, too weak to go on.


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