Late night finds two men, each alone in their own thoughts
Both are laboring over much loved objects
One with calloused hands working with well worn tools
Smoothing and finishing a memorial to the lost
Wishing for what cannot be
Another sits in front of a machine from the past
Long fingers pausing, then striking keys in rapid succession
Releasing the horrors of the things he has seen
Hoping for a future
Both men of courage, loving country and family
Putting themselves last in both service and love
From different worlds, different backgrounds
More alike than either will ever know