LOST

Lost thoughts of wars play on the mind
    that withdraws from times gone by
Of shipmates now, forever gone,
    beneath life's bloody sky.

The masters of war may fill their souls
    with tribute of the fallen
But I, faint warrior that I am,
    still hear their voices calling.

Remember we, departed friends,
    who died as much for you
As you who live, might have for us,
    each one a shipmate true.

Do not despair but like as we
    might have if luck had been
with us, enjoy the fruits of life
    for luck is not a sin.

And remember this, we'll meet again,
    these lives that war has cost
And share a drink and reminisce,
    true friends no longer lost.

~Robert E. Browne~

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