A cannon fired, and silence fell.
A cannon fired, and the world went quiet.
We stood still as the wind blew through us, and we bowed our heads. We were a long way from home and the journey was far from over.
Our journey, at least.
Heroes, they called them. Our brothers. Lying now in the soil of a friendly country. They were already making lists of their names, to be carved in stone to stand over the fields where they died.
I raised my bugle to my lips and sounded the Last Post.
© Kari Fay