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As we sit here on the Broadway pier,
I am taken back to another year...
To the day I watched, with tears in my eyes,
a ship full of boys waving good-bye.
Sent off to fight such an ugly war...
returned as men...not boys anymore.
It seemed very much like any other day...
sailboats gliding gently across the bay.
I didn't know then the impression it would leave,
nor, how many families would be left to grieve.
It's a memory permenantly etched in my mind;
a memory so very bitter-sweet in kind.
I felt a great sadness as they began to set sail,
all those young boys lining the rail...
Laughing and joking with smiles on their faces...
how could God not keep them in His good graces?
We know now He couldn't save them all,
as we read their names on the black, granite Wall.
As we sit here on the Broadway pier,
I realize it has been thirty-four years.
It seems very much like any other day...
sailboats gliding gently across the bay.
Still, the tears come easily to my eyes
as I remember them all...waving good-bye.
CeCe
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