There is a different kind of silence
Among those who are gathered
When Taps is played.
And, like happened again this morning,
I stand with my head bowed
And tears in my eyes.
It is important to remember
Those who have lost their lives.
Or, some part of them.
And the heart wrenching, heartbreaking
Cost of war.
To Bloody Ridge
To Khe Sanh
To Tora Bora.
But, it is a fine line
Between remembering and honoring
Those whose lives were lost
And glorifying war.
I have never been there
But I trust those who have and who remind us
That war is hell.
And, I think, always a failure.
A failure to find another way
Until no other way seems possible
And more names are added to the list
Of those who have died.