The Last Reunion
The old veterans stood with difficulty,
From honored seating near the flag-draped casket,
Then slowly braced to attention as"Taps" was played.
They were the last of Company"C,"
Over two hundred in '44, and now they were three.
Dreadfully tired now, in body and spirit-
Ready to go"home" in all respects.
Tired of many things; the funerals year after year,
The chore of the trips themselves,
Just to say"good-bye" to now deaf ears.
And, so tired of"Amazing Grace" and "Taps,"
Beautiful and moving so many years ago-
But now just dreaded sounds.
But mostly tired of the silly shallow mouthings
Of younger generations, with little understanding
Of what had gone on before their lives of ease and plenty.
They were there for themselves-
Out of curiosity, guilt, or to bask in reflected glory
Of those that had made a difference.
Love of country, heroism and sacrifice are on their lips,
But not for them to practice-
Not in their world!
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