The trees did cast their dim shadows
representing every soldier
early this morning on the side of the road.
For hours we drove
waiting for the sun to greet us
and for the fog to stop seducing the trees.
When we arrived
you pledged your alligiance to our flag
and then whisked away in a bus.
We barely even said goodbye
it all happened to fast.
You became a soldier.
The drive home was... quiet.
The sun had finally greeted us
and the tree's soldier reflections had vanished into the light.
You were gone
and the ghost of every past soldier wasn't there to guide us home.