A song played,
unheard since high school.
Memories blitzed me
like Panzers through Europe.
What was and what is
battled for my attention,
like dogfights or air raids,
for my conscious thought.
Regrets and disappointment,
hot like Dresden,
thin like Auschwitz,
Make bittersweet my triumph.
The mark of my generation,
the creation of me
was forged back in the day of days
like World War Two.
We were bold,
brazen like eagles or aces,
untested but unfettered,
ready to fight and win.
Our time together, fox-holed
in school, work, and life,
showed us trust in eyes
And backs that had ours.
No parades or medals for us.
We band of friends,
calm and carrying on,
met life like World War Two.
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