So many glasses that we raised,
Oaths we swore to all the others,
Then scattered to the earth's far ends,
Where we forgot soldier sisters, brothers.
Time passed, sometimes we recalled
Past nights of drink and song,
Young faces and old memories,
We had forgot so long.
These darker days of advancing age,
We lift each shaking glass alone,
With sad smiles pledge our oaths once more,
To brothers, sisters too, now gone.
Donovan Baldwin