Monday, September 11, 2017


Standing on the metro platform
crisp uniform
reading the Times
I, with ten school kids in tow,
tapped him on the shoulder.

and then that Irish smile
"What the heck?"

Years before
we had spent many hours
playing Risk
drinking whiskey.
A group of captains
and one stay at home mom
Friday Nights were never the same
after the advanced course.

We chatted about life,
living, family, joy and sorrow
all while taking over the world.

Our lives parted
our careers grew at opposite ends of the country
Christmas and birthday cards
The Army way.

Not surprised that he was working
in a near empty office
just "clearing the desk".

The world is quieter without Neil.
And I will remember him, always.