Arrias and His Muse: Remembered Faces
We sat and joked about the day,
And then out the door we went,
We all addressed our own missions,
But he was part of that two percent.
Another time, another friend,
Off target, headed back to the ship,
In the dark he flew into the sea,
Into death’s cold, cold grip.
Some good friends, some I barely knew,
But we’d shared a drink and a cigar,
And then in a flash they were gone,
Victims of soon forgotten wars.
Sometimes in the darkness,
I seem to hear a distant sea,
And I wish I could ask God one question,
Why was it them and not me?
I don’t regret any of it,
But I miss them just the same,
I can always remember their faces,
Even when I forget their names.
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May 30, 2022
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