Once a gunner, always a gunner.
A major and a lieutenant sit at table. Reminiscing about the days gone by.
Anyone would see 2 men sitting down talking in shorts but in each others mindscapes, they wear their number no.1 whites, swords at hip, officers and gentlemen.
They talk about life, of joys and dreams.
The older yearns on the past, of kampong days and the glory of the older generation. The younger tells of his love found and cherished.
Life has changed remarkably for these 2 men. A warrior poet and a writer warrior , now floating in life's eddy and flow.
Life seemed so much simpler through the iron sights of the M16 did they not?
Still, in God's hands and plan, these 2 now meet, the rifle strap replaced with a camera's.
Once were warriors, now are men, walking Gods path.
Dear Lord,
Help us walk strong and be your agents in this world.
Amen.
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