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Calling the Roll for My

Eyes sweep across their ranks.

Reading names etched ......in , marbled stone.

For this, now.... their final home.

Proud, their shadows grow, at the setting of the sun.

Brothers in arms.....they lay 

Row on row.

Life's quest, remains unfulfilled.

Silence. Now fills their dreams.

But each and everyone, knows

Each and every name.

They are all known ......to.

One and other.

For they are all.

Comrades .....

My

Brothers in arms.

Giajl © Jim Love