what were the means by which they came to wear a uniform it is meaningless now
what was the color of their skin in what manner did they speak what was their music what place was home
all that made them who they were overshadowed now by why they are gathered
wearing that uniform standing in ranks standing for their fellow warrior beside them
giving to the final breath for the most precious gifts they themselves had been given
family whether family was 10,000 miles away or next to them in a hole in the dirt so close each could feel the others pounding heart
they are in ranks still
at Arlington at Leavenworth at Miramar at Normandy at Belleau at Manila at hundreds more and unseen graves in jungles and mountains all around the world
ranks that will stand till the earth itself changes
Written first for Memorial Day less than two weeks past. But I felt it appropriate for the 75th anniversary of D-Day as well.