WHAT I MISS MOST

I miss the lads.

I miss those crisp clear nights,
when the frost glistens in the moonlight.
I miss those lonely exposed hills,
lashed by the rain.
I miss the young and innocent faces,
some of whom we'll never see again.

I miss the laughter and the crack.

I miss their morbid humour,
the childish pranks and unspoken laws .
I miss the sense of belonging,
that unique bond .
I miss youth at its best,
though I'll grow old, unlike the rest.

What I miss most?

I miss the lads.

©Copyright November 23, 2001 by James McE. Love

Author’s Note: I miss the one's that died. I also miss the guys I served in the army with; some of whom are still alive.