friendship

I write of two employees of a Belfast factory of different religious and political persuasions
The factory closed and our two friends went their separate ways in the world.
Many years passed and word came through that both of them emigrated to America.
Both were conscripted to the army and were sent to Vietnam where the were killed in action.

The bodies of both men lay together on a hillside in Vietnam far away from Belfast.
They differed so much in life. and still in death they were together.
We all need friendship friend and foe, rich and poor. saints or sinners.
Friendship costs nothing and means so much to both receiver and giver.
Friendship offered is never forgotten,go on be a friend.