The steady flowing rain left the two without a single stich
of dry clothing. Their embrace was more for leverage than comfort. For their
hearts and souls were numb.
A wretched East
wind only added to their misery but with a steady stride and purpose of step
they kept walking. I would image they were anointed in tears. However, if that
was true the conditions concealed it.
Finally they came to a stop, the two
stood there alone. No one else had fought the rain to stand on this barren
place.
A bagpipe could scarcely be heard, as 13 folds of ‘Stars and Strips’
were placed in their hands and where three had travelled only two turned to go.