All The Hearts

Stuck in the mud in the jungle or passed out from heat exhaustion after another dry mirage arrival in the desert, it's all they had left.  The memories, the miseries, the blackout of war.  Beyond fog, on the other side, where the mist is cool and perfect.  Where forever is, and where the brave are.  They did the work, they lost their minds, and their bodies, even the hearts died. 

All the hearts. 

But the souls were untouched, complete and still whole.  Soothing and mild.  Comforting and chill.  No cares.  No need for cares.  The openest of all roads.  The greatest beyond.  Salutes and songs.  Cheers.