They bring with them the baggage of men the lost children attempting pathetically to recreate the aura of time long gone.
If you discount the roughness of skin travel past the thick hedge of beard penetrate the silt on the eroded eyes you can delayer the hardened coats and get to see faces barely recognizable.
Some were once too close to be missed their names and all but most you could hardly recall and it agonizes your thought were they in the same class or not.
You smile till your jaws ache fetching stories from the blue dazzlingly colored and half true for they are all in the mood to joyfully succumb to falsehood.
You could tell from the body language who's in the backburner and who on the front page.
Forty years break and make men but they feign happiness to be united again.