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There are events you witness or are a part of in which you will participate, that will forever remain sacrosanct and inviolate in memory. No matter how painful that memory is, because the cost that you or others paid in order to be there that moment when the camera lens clicked...
I stand here among these stones of white, acres & acres carrying off into the far distance. The rain coursing down my face, or is it my tears? I look through this gallery of the Brave & True, Brothers,that stood by me. I was Doc to you, I swore a oath I'd do everything I could to keep you safe & out of harms way. Then came that day in Beirut Lebanon Oct 23rd 1983. I searched for you through the rubble. I stand now forlorn. I take off my hat & say: I'll always remember you Sam, Jonnyboy, Butch, Harry and others. You'll alway be in my heart and thoughts, not a day passes I don't think of you, and would have traded my life for yours. Semper Fi Brothers...
She sits there in her rocking chair, knitting away watching nothing though seeing everything.
The beauty of a woman Is not in the clothes she wears, The figure that she carries, Or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, Because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, But true beauty in a woman Is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, The passion that she shows, And the beauty of a woman With passing years only grows. For true beauty comes from with in and shines through your eyes
I kept my eyes closed knowing it would all slip away if, I opened them...
I knew where I was, Knew who was beside me, though it couldn't be?
Stay: I whispered, reaching out a hand and feeling nothing , just a cold empty bed.. Please stay just for a little while I whispered again...
But she was gone, Dust and memories for years now Alive only in my Dreams. But those dreams so achingly alive and real.
I woke in a empty bed wiped the tears from my eyes. , I roused myself, sitting up in the bed scrubbing the sleep from my face.
Some times I so hated those dreams, those memories of her. For thier persistance, and the deep aching pain they caused . And sometimes I wonder how I would live w/ out them? Worried if they faded , I would fade as well along w/ them. Memories surround me...Can I ever give in?
