Many years ago, probably while stationed at NSA, I sat down and wrote this poem while coming up with content for the 741st MI BN's newsletter, for their Memorial Day edition. Since then it has also appeared in the Ocean View, DE American Legion newsletter, the Ocean City, MD Veterans of Foriegn Wars newsletter, and an abbreviated version on Poetry.com. I thought the content was still fitting for this Veteran's Day, a gentle reminder to thank all of my brothers and sisters-in-arms who put their lives on the line in the name of freedom.

On this late spring day I walk through
A Field of Stones,
that go on as far as the eye can see.
And remember.

He was just a boy when he left,
with stars and stripes in his eyes.
And he looked to become
a fine young man,
there in his uniform,
marching off to a forest,
or a swamp,
or a jungle,
or the desert,
to fight the good fight,
and do what was right,
for his country.

He died at night,
or day
or twilight,
in a little battle,
in a big war,
for freedom.
The victim-his mother.
His killer-his brother.
He was, for the love of God,
a Hero.

And now he lies
in a Field of Stones,
as far as the eye can see.
But I remember.