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