Snow-capped mountains
Snaky paths
Soldiers thrudging through them
Like driver ants
Miles from home
Longing for all the little pleasures back home
They once took for granted
Some mutter words to a rosary on their neck,
Some chutter indistinct sounds to curved figures in their hands
Some kiss amidst tears photos of loved ones
wounded or blown apart
They hope a piece of them will return
To the land they once roamed
  fishing, swimming, hunting, lying naked on beaches