Battles

We huddled together

In the trenches of No Man’s Land

While the mortars whistled overhead

We were foxhole buddies in WW2

Running side by side up Omaha

The man next to you in the phalanx

Locked together shield to shield

We leaned against each other in the jungle

To keep from sleeping in the mud                                     

Brothers

Born from the hell of war

We laugh together

We fight together

We cry together

Battles