THE LAST SALUTE

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

Image free use courtesy Pixabay

I'M COMING HOME...

I'M COMING HOME

If he closed his eyes, he could see her still

her soft brown hair teased by a gentle breeze

her smiling eyes, glistening with tears 

as she kissed him farewell.

He'd taken her hand and touched the shiny gold ring

he'd placed there just twenty four hours earlier.

He'd reassured her that it'd be over soon

he'd be home before she knew it.

He promised to bring her a present, whatever she'd like.

"Just a flower, something to show me where you've been,

nothing more."

They found him in a field of poppies

one perfect flower tucked into his pocket, 

along with a half written letter...

"I'm coming home..."

© Crissouli April 23, 2016

In memory of all who gave their future for ours.

Image Free use, courtesy of Pixabay