You and I Remember New-Siam VERY Differently

 “Now leaves were falling in Arlington, 

strewing the crowded ground. 

Starling, with her hand 

on John Brigham’s stone, 

looking over the acres of graves, 

wondered how many like him 

had been wasted by Stupidity 

and Selfishness and 

The Bargaining of 

tired Old Men. 

Whether You Believe in God or not, 

if You are A Warrior 

Arlington is a Sacred Place, 

and the Tragedy is not To Die, 

but To Be Wasted. 

She felt a bond with Brigham 

that was no less strong because 

they were never Lovers. 

On one knee beside his stone 

she remembered : 

He asked her something gently and 

she said 'No', and then he asked her 

if they could be friends, and meant it, 

and she said 'Yes', and meant it.