Standing at my window looking out across our land, the rolling hills and pasture fields covered by a light dusting of snow remind me the white desert sand, but with the stiff north wind touching my face I realized I’m not in that awful place where we didn’t know if they were friend or foe,lost many a men in the desert snow I see each of their faces in the old scarecrow,I should have taken him down a long time ago,but how would I remember the men I lost to the desert snow. Damn that old scarecrow….
