Final Farewell
I stood there, frozen.
Time seem to stand still,
As I stood there, looking down at you.
Nothing in my life ever prepared me for this.
I distinctly remember the sound,
The sound of the body bag being unzipped.
I first seen your face, remnants of my brother.
Just your flesh remained,
The vibrant person I knew, was gone.
I noticed my hand trembling,
I couldn't stop, man I tried.
A whirlwind of emotions consumed me.
Hate, Regret, Remorse, Guilt,
Your body wrapped in ice, frozen stiff.
I reached down for some reason,
I remember touching your hand,
As if wanting assurance I wasn't dreaming.
I quickly realized the reality when,
I caught a glimpse of the exit wound.
I turned my head in disbelief,
Still wanting proof this was real.
Here lay my friend, my mentor, my brother.
Its time to go, the plane is waiting,
Let me walk you there,
Let me say one final farewell.
Lining the runway all the way to the bird,
Your friends, your comrades, your brothers in arms,
Standing there erect, a salute in place.
That was the longest walk,
I ever had to make.
Reaching the bird, I lay you down,
Started crying and knelt to the ground.
On my knee I paid my respects,
Telling you to save a seat beside you,
At the table of my brothers.
Where one day very soon,
I once again, will see you.
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Comments
Jerred this is so powerful emotive and heartbreakingly sad written so well 5* from me
maddison
Maddison,
I am glad you like this, this a turning point in my life, understanding the fragility up close of a death of a friend. When he died a piece of myself died with him. Thanks for the comment, I appreciate it.
Jerred Coleman
Jerred you have a deep way of bringing the other side of war to our eyes ... The song "Hey brother " comes to mind with me ...tears of lost friendship and brothers in arms.And such is the outcome of these wars that it is implanted forever not only the death of a friend/soldier but to see it and write about the feeling takes more guts than gun in hand.... I admire you for this ... great piece! And the piece that died with you will be remembered by your writing ...
Tina x