THE SKY

How many times have I looked at the sky?

Wondered what was beyond those stars,

What was up there that called to me always?

Tonight I hear the call again, distantly

I know what is calling me,

It is the voices of Brothers and Sisters

Who have gone on before me,

They are waiting for me to come and join them

Again to be with them in the battles we fought,

To be once again in the Halls of Valhalla,

To be a part of an unbreakable bond of blood,

Together once again, to toast the victories

To fight again the many battles we have fought,

The many of them throughout the Ages of Time,

Each battle to honor those who fell during it,

Those who have gone on to stay in Valhalla

As I sit here and listen to the Winds of Time

As it blows across Space to bring memories back,

Memories of our comrades, who have gone on ahead,

Comrades who we will meet again on the other side

Men and women who honored all by their death,

Men and women, whom we will honor by our death,

We may no longer be the hearty and hale warriors we were,

But there is still the warrior Spirit in each of us.

Each of us remember the thrust of the blade,

Or the kick of the firearm as it discharges,

The feel of power that each of us know and respect,

Power to take a life in less than a heartbeat.

And yet, we know what it is to take a life,

Something that will haunt us for the rest of our lives.

Most times, what we remember the most are the eyes,

Eyes that you will see for the rest of your life.

You cannot seem to find a place under this Sky,

There is no place where you can get respite,

Respite from the memories that flow thru always,

There is a relief, but you cannot take it.

The relief is that of self-destruction, not a warrior’s way,

We must stay and face our demons and let them run,

We must let the werewolves ravage our souls,

For that is the only way we can actually find peace.

Finally, peace will come though, peace of death,

The time will come when we will finally be borne away,

The war chariot of Mars will come and take us,

Up into the dark reaches beyond space into Valhalla

Where we can once again have the bodies of men,

Bodies that will not betray us in times of need,

Bodies that will last thru’ Eternity,

Bodies that we can fight in again, for honor.

So, when you think of us, look into the Sky,

We are there, once again in all our strength and glory,

Just beyond the last stars, on the stellar fields of battle,

With our Brothers and Sisters who have gone on before.

May 07, 2003

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