THE LAST SALUTE
As the cold grey blanket of dawn lifted
he shivered, just as he had so long ago.
He couldn't get the noises out of his head
nor could he forget the smoke or the screams.
Yet, today, his eyes were filled not with smoke,
but with tears.
They rolled silently down his cheeks
as memories flooded back.
He started to shake, just a little
then she took his hand in hers,
warm and comforting..
he felt a little easier.
"Grandad, all these people are here because of you,
because of your mates, because of all you did for us."
She led him to the memorial
and they laid their poppies,
then, as they turned to leave,
the small crowd parted and all..as one,
raised their candles in salute.
The last of their ANZACS
passed peacefully that evening
to rejoin his unit.
LEST WE FORGET.
(c)Crissouli 24 April, 2016
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