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They watch as each brother comes along,

Over the hill to victory where they can sing a song.

Brothers marching to a different drum,

The old ones watch and in silence they succumb.

New brothers are on their way,

A new body, mind and soul will they get today.

Through the valley and to a golden arch,

Across the gorge to a small knoll they march.

For years, no one was there to ease the lingering pain,

For years, they drifted through a mental haze mixed with tears that fell like rain.

But today they will be met by brothers that have gone on before:

Navy, Army, Air Force and the Marine Corps.

Today they will be welcomed home to the fold,

Their pain, hurt and injury will be healed, and no sad stories will be told,

The brothers that have gone before will be there with open arms,

Never again will they be afraid to sleep, and forever fear no harm.

The one oldest soldier standing there with golden wings,

Will be there to greet them and no bad memories will he bring.

A choir of angels will sing the ballad of peace and love,

And their Heavenly Father will usher them to their mansion up above.

©David R. Alexander

August 28, 2002

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