Yom HaZikaron
I remember.
The oppressive heat of the day,
the relief as the sun went down,
a warm balmy night,
the gentlest of breezes and
a clear star filled sky.
I remember.
The palm trees, ice cold beers and smiles.
The laughter,
ringing through the streets
in the small hours,
with the promise of a new day to come.
I remember.
Somehow I knew,
we would never meet again
and I savored those moments,
carefully committing them to memory.
I remember.
Though the years have passed,
the picture in my mind,
unlike an old photograph, has not faded.
It is as clear as if it were yesterday.
I remember.
My comrades, lives un-lived, roads not taken.
They are frozen in those moments.
I remember.
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