I remember days of our youth,
when three of us trod paths covered with leaves of maple and oak,
drove roads of dirt and concrete,
and spoke of our dreams and fears.

We shared thoughts,
of futures not yet seen,
loves not yet met,
questions yet unanswered,


Together,
we chose to become soldiers,
two to return,
one to remain in that far off land.


Yet,
sometimes when I'm on some new path,
I hear the bark of your laughter,
and hot tears flow again.

You lie now,
unrecovered,
on a hillside far away.

Don't despair,
you are not forgotten,
your spirit lives on in us.


In Memory
Craig Lee Farlow
Ohio
CWO 1st AVN Bn. 101 Abn Div
Vietnam
March 15, 1948-May 17, 1972
KIA April of 1971

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