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								Five Brothers | 
								
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					The five brothers stood together shoulder to 
					shoulder 
					Their faces bowed down, watching the ceremony below 
					These five brothers were not blood brothers 
					Nor brothers in the legal sense as well  
					 
					They watched as the American flag snapped in the breeze at 
					half staff 
					Beneath, the POW flag also snapped in time 
					They watched as six escorts carried a flag draped coffin 
					Slowly, the coffin was lowered to the straps above the grave 
					 
					They watched as the Honor Guard stepped back one-step 
					At parade rest, each of them proud of this detail 
					The five brothers looked at each other approvingly 
					For they had been there, and done that 
					 
					They looked and saw the seven-person rifle squad 
					Also at parade rest, their weapons leaning outward 
					The two buglers were ready at opposite corners of the small 
					cemetery 
					Ready to play the haunting sound of TAPS with an echo 
					 
					Softly, they heard the honor guard and rifle team come to 
					attention 
					Above, the five brothers came to attention as well 
					For they now looked down to see the flag from the coffin 
					slowly raised up 
					They watched as the honor guard prepared to fold the flag 
					 
					With dignified reverence, the flag was properly folded and 
					prepared 
					Till the flag was in the tri-corner shape with the blue 
					field and stars on top 
					Slowly, the senior member secured the flag in between his 
					hands 
					He presented the flag to the family and slowly saluted the 
					flag 
					 
					The rifle team became ready with their weapons pointed 
					heavenward 
					"Ready, Aim, Fire" is the command three times 
					Those in uniform salute their fallen comrade 
					As the team fires, everyone jerks and tears start to flow 
					unashamed 
					 
					The haunting tones of Taps begins from one corner 
					Chills are sent thru everyone as the second bugle begins to 
					echo 
					The five brothers look at each other and nod approval 
					Not a tear in their eyes as they can cry no more 
					 
					The five look down and wave forward their next brother 
					The five brothers are no more for now they are six 
					All brothers with one identical reason 
					For they had all been killed in combat 
					 
					Never to feel the shock and trauma to their bodies 
					They now stand in line, shoulder to shoulder, the oldest one 
					first 
					In order they were WWI, WWII, Korea, then 
					Vietnam, Desert Storm and now War on Terror | 
				 
				
					By 
					Merrill Vaughan, Ret. USAF MSgt.  
					
					Veterans 
					Assistance Site 
					Copyright 2003 Listed April 
					6, 2009 | 
				 
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