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Brothers Never in Arms

The old men in the village square seek refuge from the morning sun burning high in the Iberian sky, beneath a canopy of living green they sit, and watch the children play; a new generation replacing the old.   Each lost in thoughts of his own, of a lifetime, sharing neither cigarette nor word, two soldiers of war whose time draws near; a fading generation making way for the new.   Time, that great healer of old, has failed to heal the breach of endless years between brothers, though never in arms, two old soldiers too old and proud to forgive, or forget, the lasting guilt of a generation.   The mists of time have dulled the memories of battle, fading fast in the minds of all but a few who still remember those distant days of conflict, a generation torn apart by bloody civil war.   Weary veterans of the past whose war was waged on different sides, brother against brother in bitter combat, contesting the future for generations yet to come.   The old man in the village square seeks refuge from the morning sun burning high in the Iberian sky, beneath a canopy of living green he sits, and listens to the tolling bell that tolls for a brother and a passing generation.          

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