To Old Heroes

by Charles Dean

Passions run deep

Traditions die hard

They make tales you just can’t keep

From the pen of this unlikely bard

Fate had drawn them to this place

They’d both been here in another day

To attempt a mission without leaving a trace

Two old comrades—too old, some would say

Deep within each was the memory of the time

They had been here in days gone by

The mission, to them, was not a crime

The stage was set, they had to try

Kindred souls bound together by generations

They were born for this; it was in their genes

They came back together for this historic occasion

The mission’s been in their blood since they were teens

The night was dark, perfect for their task

In the distance, wailing sirens could be heard

They knew their roles, didn’t have to ask

Their voices quiet now, a little slurred

The job’s going smoothly, without a word

Their materials and such were close at hand

So full of anticipation, their vision blurred

Could this be folly for this old band?

Smoke begins to rise, the flames ignite

Destiny fulfilled, as they knew it would be

The mission is complete, after taking flight

Nothing left now, but to tell the story

A shame no medals of valor can be given

After all this was no “heartbreak ridge”

Heroes the same, we are believe’n

For they burned, again, the Twin St. Bridge

Dedicated to our wild and crazy heroes

Bobby and Cubby

Thanks for the memory