Shared with the Herald Times by David Cole
He was getting old and paunchy and his hair was falling fast,
and he sat around the Legion, telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he had fought in and the deeds that he had done.
In his exploits with his buddies; they were heroes, everyone.
And ‘tho sometimes to his neighbors, his tales became a joke,
all his buddies listened, for they knew whereof…
