Remembering

REMEMBERING Hot, heat is the first impression, this is the one that lasts three hundred and sixty five days. From the portal of the freedom bird a year stretches across the runway, across the heated shimmering tarmac, far out in the yet unseen jungle and seems to go on forever; for some this elemental view, begets only fear and hardship, or a near future of youth forever. Cold, cool is the lasting impression the one felt in black granite; a roll call stretching to saddness. Names nestled comfortably surrounded by cool green grass, cool trees coolly reflecting a pool, and cool white monuments. For those names etched in reverence hot bitter tears calculate the reality; those three hundred and sixty five days for so many measured indeed forever. We left behind in this mortal world must work to put aside our pain to meet our charge to live and love for those brothers no longer driven by the frailty of life.