As I stare out this window looking at nothing my mind marches back in time remembering sights and sounds of yesterdays of long ago.
As I stare out this window I can see the sun rising over the wire, silhouetting the bunkers that stand guard on the line.
As I stare out this window I can see the movement of troops slapping each other on the back knowing they made another morning.
As I stare out this window I can still see the smoke rising from the impact areas and smell the power from the explosion that ripped the earth apart under our feet on that hot night so long ago.
As I stare out this window a tear slowly runs down my cheek remembering that night that almost claimed my life. I can still see the ball of fire from the rocket as it engulfed my sight leaving me temporary blinded. I can still feel the hot wind from the blast against my skin.
As I stare out this window my wife stands in the background wondering when I would return to the present and her. She stands their holding back her tears for the man she loves. Slowly she reaches out to me and touches my shoulder and then she softly calls my name as if she is afraid to intrude into my dreams.
As I turn from the past to the present I look up into the eyes of love that has helped me to live in the present. She has helped me to live as a man in the present world and not the world of the yesterdays. For this I am so ever grateful and I get down on my knees and thank God for her love and understanding.