CYCLES

Old soldiers sit reminiscing over the past wars
of their vanished youth. The urgent tingle of
increased adrenalin stirs briefly in their veins,
roused by the sight of today's untested youth
preparing for war.

Just look at them, vibrant in the latest military
garb, some armed with the same weapons their
elders had carried so many years before. Others
hold new, modern weapons as they set off to offer
their all to restore peace in this current round of
international hostilities.

There's a hint of moisture in the old soldiers' eyes.
Is it from pride in the bravery and dedication of
the young people before them? Do the old vets
empathize with the youngsters moving off to this
ultimate of life-altering experiences? Or, is it due
to reawakened memories of the lost friends who
marched off in like manner so many years ago,
and who never came back?

Perhaps it's the sad knowledge that these cherished
young people will inevitably learn the truth of their
own vulnerability and will rudely, abruptly, and
forevermore cease to be youths.

Of course, it could just be a reaction to some errant
dust or pollen on the wind. Maybe 'mature' eyes
naturally growing watery with advancing age...

No, no - take a closer look - those tears come from
deep within.