In Memoriam
One day as you rest in your quiet garden,
As the gentle rains of autumn fall
And the rustle of leaves disturb the air.
Remember us who fell like spring blossoms
Throught storms of fire and steel.
Our dreams and loves never to be.
Our lives returned to dust.
Remember us who carried your sword
To die upon the altar.
We your servants
The soldiers of your land.
D.W. Brizzolara
August 2005