Nine years old and eager as hell
Running ahead to get back first
My cousin not far behind
A right at the big rock
Leads us back down the mountain
Hours pass by
No camp site in sight
Sun setting behind the mountain
Cold setting into our bones
Fear setting into our minds
Hours more pass by
Familiar shouts
Run down the unfamiliar path
We run to greet their
Warm embrace
The relief felt by our fathers
Not having to explain
To their wives
How they lost their sons
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