Memorial Day

At the tower, midnight glare of an NVG in a distant stare,
Smell of cigarette smoke in the desert breeze we share,
Posted for a little while chatting up while listening,
Handling a browning that hits like a gavel rapting,
Unknown bogie, quick glare and silence,
Motions held to understand the movement in the distance,
A trigger pulled with full blast of sparks flashing,
Hearing a thumping in the distance as the sounds echoing as our sweats glisten,
A memory of seeing another dead soul,
That used to smile and crack jokes paying a toll,
Still a celebration of memory serves well,
Even though a name and history is unknown to tell.