Too young to appreciate in too long too old to remember. Waves of able bodies spent, littering the field of battle. Prayers hover like smoke. Faces contort in primeval masks. Fear in battle with reason.
Good men die as ordered, all mothers' sons in another life.
Allowing few allusions of this night's work. My heart is a warm place with a memory that beats strong. From you whom gave me life your memory will live long. In the faces of my children and in the lives that they create. Your subtle strength and way will permeate.