Hey brother, hey sister.
Hey brother, hey sister
It is January 8th and the cold of Winter is upon me. The slowness of January allowed me to remember friends alive and gone.
Today I remember young men and women. Living, loving. Drinking and dancing. Living life fearlessly without regret. Hey brothers, hey sisters. I remember you. We were hopeful, foolish and were soldiers.
Was a time. We were family. Us soldiers, we don’t see color, race or belief. We will stand together in a fight in peace time or war. Today I do private tears for men lost to the new wars. The old Soldiers stand with us. The old wars have found us. Old hate rebirth and men/women spilling blood for the payment of old hate. Old soldiers and new soldiers pray at the Military graves together. “Please no-more war.”
The old and new Veterans speak of old battles and friends missed. They remember laughter and smiling faces. They try to forget the bad days.
Hey brother, hey sister. Please learn the powerful lesson our foolish leaders know and they don’t care. Soldiers are not tools of peace. Old Soldiers will tell you. “We fought just men like us. Just fighting and dying for men with no concern for the soldiers or human life. ”
Let’s remember, today many brave soldiers standing tall for us. I will raise my glass of beer to the sky and I will say.
to my family,
to the soldiers here and gone.
To better days.
To new days where war are forgotten and our friends are with us.