Boom! The cannon was fired! The dogs barked!
The men and women stood around,
Stilled and pledged to make no sound,
A sombre silence there to tell,
Today they remembered the men who fell.
Phoebe,
10 days since we said goodbye and I miss you more and more with every passing day. Whenever I would tell people about you, I would refer to you as my dog. You weren’t so lucky, and did well not to have an identity crisis with all the affectionate and ridiculous names I had for you, each one lovingly treasured in my heart. In that heart, which hurts so much for you now, you will always be alive and present.