The howling storm caused the man to lay on the wind
Holding down his hat lest it twirl away . His duster stuck to him like skin.
A starless ink slack dark sky. No stars shone. The headstone glistened
Like sun bleached bones. Electric clash . shimmering wet. An image fading from sight.
Zig zag lighted limbs crackle in the distance. The hills they roll and clap thunder.
rain slick, black stallion slowly crests the hill yonder.
Slowly he rides a jangling gallop. Head bent for leather against the lashing weather.
He looms larger by the second.
The howling wind curses him,buffets him about.
He looms larger still in the pelting rain.
comes a horseman slowly jingle jangling again.
He reigns in slowly.Rises up in the stirrups.
White lightening glows and wickers.A booming wave knocks me to ground.
Standing above me the instant is mystic as no living thing could ever move this quick.
"Point me to the headstone of the Unknown soldier" comes through the air.
I look for his face under rain sodden stetson.No eyes no mouth there is nothing there.
Weakly I lift and point to a stone that leans to perdition.The soldier Unknown.
His duster floats softly as he glides along. No stride nor motion a spirit in flight.
He settles not three feet in front of the stone. I knew with a certainty.
The soldier was home. Thunder pushed the night aside.
Lightening blinded my eyes.
Play Dixie. Blow taps.
Blow Revalie. Blow the recall.
Johnny Reb had come home.
From where he did fall.