Men who have been in the service, yearn to reunite.
Not to tell stories, laugh or weep.
These men gather together because they long for the day
When men were at their best and worst.
Men who suffered and sacrificed for something greater than themselves.
I didn't pick these men, the military picked them for me.
But I know them like no others,
There were some that I didn't even like
But they did their job to their utmost best
It was the reason we were willing to die for each other.
I have never before or since given away such trust.
They were willing to guard something more precious than life.
They were willing to carry my reputation, and my memory.
It was part of the bargain
As long as I have memory, I will think of them every day.
Even when I draw my last breath, my last thought will be
Of my family and these men.
God has blessed this country, These men with a very small help from
me kept her safe for oh so short a period of time. Good men
Jim 1999
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