As the fellow to the right, who has doubtless gone to his reward in the 34 years since the picture, shows us, we are bound one to the other in a long, unbroken line of service. May it ever be so.
We came upon him sitting in the sun —
Blinded by war, and left. And past the fence
Wandered young soldiers from the Hand & Flower,
Asking advice of his experience.
And he said this and that, and told them tales;
And all the nightmares of each empty head
Blew into the air. Then, hearing us beside —
“Poor kids, how do they know what it’s like?” he said.
And we sat there, and watched him as he sat
Turning his sockets where they went away;
Until it came to one of us to ask
“And you’re — how old?”
“Nineteen the 3rd of May.”
Have a thought, and a prayer if you’re a praying soul, for those worse off than ourselves, on this solemn day. And it would be meet and just to raise a glass with a fellow veteran.