Today we went to our camps to deliver hot plates of food.
We pulled down the gravel drive surrounded by trees and overgrown grass, and saw no one, not even a sign of a camp through the trees and leaves.
We knew they were there, we knew they were probably watching.
Their signal is three bursts of my car horn.
After the signal we watched and waited, slowly but surely they came out of the woods, their comfort zone, their world.
We passed out plates and drinks, and just as quickly as they came, they were gone again.
Not even a sign that they had been there.
Back to their world…until they hear their signal again…
The Forgotten Shall Be Forgotten No More