I press the cross into the ground,
The poppy red as blood against the pale wood.
My breath coming in gasps, misting in the cold November air.
The tears fall softly from my eyes, a sob escapes my lungs.
Here I am, all alone in my thoughts,
the silence magnifies the loss.
The brave all around me stare into their own worlds,
Remembering their loved ones, the fallen.
Your faces flash before my eyes,
Our memories fresh once again,
I can hear your voices and remember the good times,
as we thank you for your sacrifice.
Thirteen friends in just two years.
The hurt is still so raw.
God bless you my friends,
2007 and 2009 Afghanistan War.
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