Tired, wet and hungry
Just a place to lie down and rest.
Finally a small dry spot in the jungle
Taking turns with watch.
I taking one of the first watches
Finally relief and asleep before I realize it.
From nowhere there is a light, a strong light
And a noise I hadnt heard in nearly a year.
I rise up and look around and through the jungle comes a train
Yes a train, a steam engine with rail cars behind
Im startled and cant believe the sight.
As I sit up and stare in disbelief it comes closer and closer.
Looking around we are all not only startled but scared
A train in the middle of the jungle?
As it comes closer I can see the engineer and the fireman
Tattered clothing and nothing but skeletons.
My senses are alive and alert, but this is a train from nowhere
As the train moves past there are two passenger cars attached.
In each window there is a skeleton, a skeleton of a man I have lost.
Tears flow, I yell, but I can not stop the train.
And finally as it passes on the last car
On the deck at the very end of the train
My friend and mentor, a mere skeleton,
But it is, it is "JAKE"
"Wake up Lieutenant" its daylight.
I am startled, scared and drained of emotion.
Yes it was a dream, a dream of all those that died
The ones that were entrusted to me.
I have let them down,
I have not done my job well enough.
When again Im reminded of those words of one of the dead
"You did your best Lieutenant, my dying isnt your fault".
This maybe, but that dream isnt one that I only had in the jungle
It is a dream that comes again and again.
A night train going nowhere
Filled with my brothers that have gone on to wait for us all.
©David R. Alexander
July 15, 2003
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