to where they died we carried them and it was not home where they died yet we carried them and something within us died with them as we carried them so far from home.......as they died
and I became their eyes as they died staring away from here to somewhere and remembering the perfect happiness of breath and laughter time on my side yet all fades into gone when death prevails death laughing his fist in my face.
Cal
And I then said... Death laughing... his fist in my face but always knowing this is my territory... he may invade if he dares knowing I fear him not I have seen his works Death, you are no artist I stand my ground I am not alone For I see with artists' eyes through the sights of many...
Faye
...and yet their yesterdays carry US! ever into today's liberty tomorrow's freedom
burden borne then... ..and now
we're not heavy...
are we brothers?
Randy
Are we NOT brothers? A question not asked For the penalties of the answer too painful Shall we do less for a brother than a friend?
A tear drops to the ground A hero never seen again A brother lost to the silence As we carry him limp to a safe place
Knowing he is dead But acknowledging it never A brother never forgets A brother is never too heavy.
Poppa David
Brothers carried gently ... carried by their brothers with eyes forever seeing through each other's
Carried from that place, with fist raised, tricking death ... carried home ... for their brothers ... for us that we may know who they carried as they died.
Be warmed by that last breath; Remember as we see who they carry ... each face as it was and remains
through brothers' eyes EasyEcho
We carry them all in our hearts, souls, minds; some physically buried, but none left behind. Remembered, cherished until our own earthly end. Comrades, brothers, companions, friends. Death's taunting fist flouted and denied; for existence continues- their souls have not died.
