A day I never look forward too

By Robert Bateman on November 11, 2014

He was 22 the last day I saw him, eager and concerned at the same time. Would he measure up?

He was 54 the last day I saw him. He had never been in a combat zone and wanted to know the score since he was going to the exact place I just came from.

He was 47 the last day I saw him, distressed about some moral issues that one must wrestle with when dealing with allies who might not have the same agendas.

She was 36 the last day I saw her, concerned about getting her kids to America. She was heading out of Assassin’s Gate.

He was 26 the last day I saw him, as I handed off command of my unit in a peacetime Army.

He was 22 the last day I saw him, saluting me as we passed each other, each on our way.

This list goes on, and I do not feel like reliving it right now. I do not claim many rights, but I believe I may claim this one. Sometimes I want to forget.

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