A soldier arrives at his chapel through a tunnel of standards and rifles.
Every one of his medals holds a tale.
Tales of danger,
of courage,
of humour,
and of loyalty.
He is draped in the Union Flag.
His wife and mother cry as the sun raises the frost.
The haunting sound of the lone piper drifts through the mist,
raising hairs on backs of necks and
moistening
hardened
eyes.

12/27/2006