Just a Nasho

We trained for a war that never came
We never left our native shores
We never fired a shot in anger
And we never left our families
We were young and in the prime of life
Ready for an imaginary foe
Responsible only to our loved ones

Now in the eventide of our years we watch our mates
And we know it is getting time for us to go
As we see comrades of fifty years or so slip away forever
And we feel glad not to have known the horrors of war
As some in our midst still do
And we grow old always surrounded by our families

 

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By Jim Veryard

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FILE PHOTO: CONTACT Editor Brian Hartigan (not a Nasho) on the bayonet assault course with SLR, 1990..

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