Highest Salute

memories will last in a bond of brothers.

Life is a field of many battles

often fought alongside with brothers

a sad truth of war is you came whole

and when its done, some go back with bullet holes

You came in marching together as one

yet go home with carcasses of brothers when its done

A lonely reality it was

not all that came would last

To our comrades who left us

your memories to our hearts will last

from the first day of our cradle

till the day we fought together in battle

A comrade, a friend, a brother

my highest salute to you I render.

Reviews

[Jonathan Brown]

Awesome poem brother, sometimes the only way to express our pain from losing brothers is in writing!