Lou J. Klaiber

EVERY PANEL… AND EVERY NAME

What is written
in pain,
and blood,
remains.

Time
waves
as a flag.

Something we love
within our hearts,
yet far away.

Thousands of stories are
yet
to be told.

… as we grow old.

I shall remember them.

Those places, within a long
hard
war,
marching in my old grey head.

I honor the living.

I salute the dead.