The Truth About Tigers

In stoic ranks
marble sentries stand firm
‘neath Virginia’s whispering canopy.

Summer’s breath scorches,
winter’s chill gnaws—
they remain unyielding,
guardians of stillness.

The last full measure given,
each stone a testament
to duty and sacrifice,
missions now complete.

Rest easy, brave souls,
for we shall bear the fight
henceforth.

I wrote this poem… well, I’m not sure when. Many, many years ago, when I was in my 20s and still in the Army, I think. It wasn’t called “Section 60” at the time. I never did anything with it, and I don’t think it’s my finest work by any means, but I figured I’d go ahead and set it free here, on Memorial Day. – Nick

In honor of Colin, Todd, John, Daniel, and all of our brave men and women who answered the call and made the ultimate sacrifice.