Brother’s Band
All aboard in olive drab
The passengers they came
Some rich, some poor
These lives they grab
For hope their souls, to tame
I was among these stolid men
A brother’s band they kept
A transient community
Now gone, but no one wept
Memories still linger though
My friends of war and peace
I never thought I’d miss them so
Those good times never cease
If in good time I get a chance
To catch up with them some day
The hugs and shakes of soldier’s hands
Of love they’d loudly say
-- Ed Pierce