Red Crosses Memories: Flashbacks

 There is a cold wind coming, I can feel it in my bones.

It is a skill I have acquired, guess it comes with growing old.

There are things I cannot remember..things I just can’t forget.

Should have known this was coming…just not like this.

There are phone numbers I cannot remember, especially those not often called.

Got little reminders posted on every wall.

Late in the evening, the mind wants to play her tricks,

I start to remember things I have tried to forget.

 The sight of red cross choppers, lifting out the wounded and the dead.

The smell of sweat and blood, the sounds of bullets past my head.

Yes there are addresses that I cannot recall

but the names of my Brothers are written on a Wall.

There is a cold wind coming, I can feel it in my bones……..