Jetting Ahead!

 

Jetting ahead, these clouds stirred images of soldiers marching onward. Memories of the school band and march-past came rushing back. And so did these lines from a poem I had once read online:

“I saw the soldiers marching, one drear November day,
Those heroes bold, from wars of old, in countries far away.
I heard the drums like thunder, the sound of marching feet,
As men of ancient valor marched down our little street…

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