Afghan Patrol
SWEET SMELLS OF HOME
Memories are a lifeline when
you’re soldiering in an alien
clime, knowing that you might not
go home again.
you remember the scent of lilacs
in the spring rain
and the smell of new mown hay
in the summer sun.
you remember the fragrance of
burning leaves in the crisp, fall air
and the aroma of coffee brewing in
the winter chill.
Memories of simple things.
Priceless things, for all that.
Things that you’ll never take for
granted again.
Never.
William Bedford
