Celebrate the gifts you receive, for they can be lost all too soon. Embrace them and value them.

Remember the sacrifices made to keep our land free and prosperous, and never lose sight of what it meant to be . . .

Brothers In Arms

It has been a long time since I played your tune and you played mine.

Young and free then, we had no cares and just enjoyed life.

With trouble distant, good fortune abounded.

I recall those splendid moments and cherish the memories.

Youth—a time of growth and exploration.

We flourished in each other’s successes and basked in each other’s love.

Brothers, striving to achieve life’s dreams, nothing could come between us.

We had a connection so rare, others could not understand.

But times changed and destiny took you from me—

Lost to the brutality of war and the passage of time.

Forced to go our separate ways, we traveled separate roads.

Memories have not faded, but life without you has never been the same.

As I aged, the sadness of your loss has lingered.

However, as my time nears, I revel in the thought of an eternity with you.

In time, we will be together again.

And once more, I will play your tune and you will play mine.

Postscript: 

The music played and remembrances flourished as warmth pervaded the   

     gathering at the cemetery.

A lifetime of success echoed in a stirring eulogy about the greatness of a    

     man known as a leader and friend.

However, the friends that gathered could not compare to the one he lost to 

     a war over fifty years ago.

But now he, too, has left this earth to spend eternity with his brother in        

     arms. And once again, each will play the other’s tune.

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