That’s Pete and myself 20 years ago.
Today I walked the rail alone, because Pete had to ride.
It was a beautiful coach and everything;
He always looked his best in his dress blues.
It was a beautiful spring morning then too.
The ground was soft that morning and fruitful;
The worms we got were huge and the trout ate em up.
Almost as big as the ones crawling out from under that tarp.
I brought this picture today to remember important things.
Pete’s sacrifice is obvious and full of meaning.
What’s not so obvious is that
Pete greased the last three feet of that rail.
© 2011 Michael Yost
Pete is everyone’s brother, son and father
Sat and stared at this for 10 minutes today. I was silenced by these words.
I appreciate the visit and comment. These words and others need to be written about our countries sacrifices. “So we don’t forget”
Thanks for the visit and comment. Everything was in it’s place that day. Love the last pic as I’m a full moon and tree kinda guy but with the mtn in the background really topped it off… smile