Across
the fields of yesterday
They sometimes come to me.
Young men, hard at war;
The boys they used to be.
In my mind, I see their faces
As the memories begin.
I wonder of the men they became,
And of all the might have beens.
Through the years, much has passed,
And surely I've grown older.
Yet, I sometimes pause to yearn a bit,
To be once more a soldier.