IN BETWEEN
You look for friends to fill the past,
all your brothers lives were cast.
Friends and brothers are what you seek,
you may find some, but you can only peek.
You have not been where they once were,
living in deaths hands, of that your sure.
Yet when you hear the stories of war,
they don't speak of the blood and gore.
Just places they've been,
and things they've seen.
Now and then something said obscene,
with a hint of a tear.
We are Brothers.