I came to the place,
like every year I go.
A reunion of sorts,
between comrades of old.
To meet and see,
each other once more.
From a war long ago.
The sacrifices we made,
the friends we lost,
never seem to fade,
they never seem to be gone.
Until this faithful day as I wait.
To see Michael's face again.
my brother Devin's yawn in thought.
To witness Riley's crude jokes the 48th time.
As I wait, no one comes by.
15, 30, a whole hour pass.
I wait in silence, solitude,
a whole hour of contemplation.
Pass the time we were suppose to rally,
to meet and celebrate the years that gone by in peace,
prosperity and the enjoyment of life we had and held dearly.
I wanted to hear how Bjorn's wife is doing,
are all the grandkids fine?
Captain Jack's famous brandy stories and his tales of famous wines.
To see my old friends once again and discuss our countries current affairs,
and the new generation of soldiers that now bear the weight of our history.
To perhaps witness a peace we never got to see.
As I wait a slow dawn came across my face.
The realization as recent years pass,
the numbers have dwindled and men have passed away.
Last year alone only 6 of us came.
I sat there for hours more.
Letting the revelation sit in.
That now, through these years,
of battling depression, trauma, and disorders.
This time around it all seems to go away.
Seeing my friends, brothers, comrades and companions.
Gave me a peace that home never seems to bring.
I started to cry,
tears were falling from my eyes.
I wept even more,
as loneliness crept upon my old tired cold bones.
My friends, loves, countrymen!
Peace be with you evermore cause peace seemed to forsaken me!
As I was the last of the 501st it seems.
Where are my friends if not forever within me and my memories?
Fought we did, blood was lost, never again will we see each other.
Rico who was killed on the beaches soaked with red.
Daniel sacrificed himself in the woods of the Ardennes.
Even little King fought till none of his ammo was left,
and a blade was all that was remained
in the far off mountains of Germany.
Now it all seems that everyone is reunited except me.
I let the tears run dry, the memories seem to fade.
I sit alone in the frigid cold damp rain.
Hoping that I'll even eventually fade away.
The hands I fought with, the men I slain.
The sacrifices I witnessed, the brothers I sworn to miss.
Brothers, dear friends. Their glorious honorable light.
I am left behind.
Where we not to leave a man behind?
Were we not sworn to serve and never accept defeat?!
Why oh why am I here then to witness such creeping desolation!
Where are my friends, my men, my comrades to be never again?!
I'm shivering now, shaking still, violent acts of quivering.
The cold seems to have taken a hold on my tired old bones.
Dawn early light appear to me, the night has run it's course.
I feel the warmth on my face, however can't enter my soul.
Frigid cold came across my limbs, seemingly by it's own accord.
The shaking has stopped, the sun seems to be brighter than ever before.
I hear a voice whispered to me quietly "It's time to go home".
I closed my eyes and listen to laughter close followed by-
"Stan is that you? Come! We have to go soon,
we finally have that promised drink again, from Hell to Heaven, am I right?"
I simply smiled sadly, eyes closed, I let everything go.
I'm sorry my dear wife, it seems there's another war to wage.
I'm sorry my son, it seems I must be deployed again.
To meet an old friend and hold a reunion.