When the fog lifts

What will be waiting for us on the other side?

Shadows of fear or

A promise of peace?

Whose dreams are caught in tangled webs of time?

Those of the unknown.

We cannot know what it feels like to hide in the shadows.

To see an enemy creeping closer

To stare into the eyes of a helpless soul –

To walk away in sadness

To hear The Last Post echo through the fog,

And time stand still

For just an instant.

What will tomorrow bring,

When the fog lifts beyond the trees?

A clear, blue sky.