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AIRBASE MEMORIES Behind the hedgerows of yesterday, barely in front of a setting sun of today. Their time is almost over. The hangar stands as giant peak of memory in the fading daylight and in the mind. The Quonset huts are speed humps in the mind slowing the brain, Making the senses take in the memories. The runway shadow calls to be recognized as the fast track to glory, commitment and perhaps death. The fields are taking over the base as the memories slip back out into the landscape and into the mind. These are vets remembering the minutest details of the altar stretched out before them; Understood by only them. To daily passersby, this is an old farm seen everyday without great importance. To these visitors, it's the most sacred place on earth; A place where great stories make up a far away life, Maybe a history book here and there. And now the authors and subjects stand here and stare. Families stand as a quiet guard protecting the moment as the vets themselves are lost... Lost in a world where only they have gone and pray their grandchildren will never know -- ©Copyright 2004 by Mark E. Brotherton

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