I Will Remember You

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean. Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields and thinking of the days that are no more. *Tennyson*

Oh, Wounded Heart Pages turned in books unread; images of those long dead march on cinematic reels through endless time that has not healed this wounded heart. Cadence drumming; one by one to stand before the wall they come. Trembling fingers touch the names of lost souls they have come to claim with wounded heart. Flag unfurled on fluttered breeze; a whispered prayer on bended knee. Sorrow spent beside the wall of names who made the final call... Oh! wounded heart. © Poof cat

"War drew us from our homeland in the sunlit springtime of our youth. Those who did not come back alive remain in perpetual springtime forever young And a part of them is with us always." *Author Unknown*

Remember MSG James H. McLean MIA 09 Feb 1965 SVN





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Music composed by Mike Leja