Pull out a memory from a sleeping bag;
It was no great divinity, only infinity,
But those lesser in mind and heart pursued
Its closeting, to bring
The walls of life closer together -
Don't remember, they cry,
Forget the past and what it has given you.
Yet all great victories and triumphs are found
In the remembrance of the strength and courage discovered;
Inner immortals embrace their history,
That they may live to fight another day,
And yet another indifference to the deeds of their time.
All warriors know their roads.
It is the battles of others we stop to fight along the way.