If it's been awhile since your last visit, please refresh this page! Experienced best using Internet Explorer-Full Screen. Brothers One © Nancy L. Meek, November 10, 2003 After all the battles are fought and done, no matter who they say has lost or won, from torturous trials soldiers endure, a kinship evolves devoid of a cure... a brotherhood rising out of great need to help a buddy should he suffer or bleed. Bonding occurs only soldiers can know when answering the call, "To war you must go." No matter the arena or the battle flag's hue, each war has united our bravest and true determined to fight to the death if they must to protect one another with honor and trust. After all, the battles...now over and done, have merged them together into Brothers One... United at The Wall, in plots six-feet deep, One Spirit lives wherever they may sleep, remembering always, ever faithful to exhalt his brothers-in-arm, the reasons they fought. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~       In His Eyes © Nancy L. Meek, November 2, 2003 Today I saw war's horrid past leaking from a veteran's eyes. Soldiers fighting, hard and fast on land...on sea...in hot, tense skies. I watched B-17's and 24's soaring o'er war-scarred floors of Germany and Omaha Beach saw friends die he could not reach! I glimpsed for one brief moment the Battle of the Bulge, his foe, the carnage, the endless torment greater than most could ever know. I saw Merchant Marines on a ferry rushing supplies to a British shore. Cringing, I watched his misty eyes tarry on mates floating in foam by the score. I saw para-troopers leaping into France from Gooney Birds prior to D-Day morn, the thousands crying as they lay dying upon soil where they weren't even born. I saw Guadalcanal in the Pacific War as men embarked to meet their destiny In his eyes, I could see what they fought for his silent stare becoming a part of me. But he was home! He was finally home! But for what...this destiny?... to live like this Unable to talk, to walk, with eyes that roam back to World War II...no cheap abyss. Not one word did he need to speak His eyes revealed what words can't say The cost of war from their rims did leak then he turned his head and wheeled away. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "In His Eyes" was inspired by Charles Douglas Caffey's prose poem, "I SAW A VETERAN YESTERDAY!" Mr. Caffey is a disabled veteran of WWII (1944-1946). He served in the 509th Composite Bomb Group, 58th Wing, Air Photo Unit, 20th Air Force, United States Army Air Force. It was the crew of the 509th who dropped the atomic bombs on Japan and performed the atom bomb tests at Bikini in the Pacific. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Just Between You and Me © Nancy L. Meek, November 5, 2003 There's never a night I can ever recall I don't have dreams of seeing men fall. Flashbacks persistent simply keep me awake my pen less resistant when my hands don't shake. I hide what I've seen when seas oozed red bones strewn in sand instilled in my head. A friend's warm shoulder may never be enough to cause this old soldier to admit he's not tough. But, maybe tomorrow I will feel more inclined to speak of the sorrow still trapped in my mind. For surely there's peace down the end of this road where memories cease to bleed and explode. If only the sun would never go down and tonight be one without sight or sound. Maybe then, we will see if we've something to share just between you and me and that tree over there. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "The Stare" A Pencil Sketch © Nancy L. Meek 2003           I welcome your comments: Lilripple@hotmail.com Click On Dove To Return Home!

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