It comes in flash, as face or sound
In fleeing memory of yore
Young bucks in green when mission-bound
The whumps of distant bombing roar
The scenes in large and small details
All etched in memory for life
And booby traps on jungle trails
With no reprieve from deadly strife
So gone, forgotten, shelved and filed
Yet it returns from abyss deep
Flashback to times really wild
Makes you wake up from fragile sleep
Another year summer's here
Remember all who went away
Who lived and died, confronting fear
Salute our vets, Memorial Day
May 23, 2024