has it been that long?

It may be something we want to forget
But it comes every year now
The date, the number, the one we dialed
When Uncle Freddie cut his arm

A solemn day, sacred hours, wreaths, salutes
Speeches, and every single name we know
Has it been that long since we learned his name?
Since so many went and still are there?

World War II still seems longer
More movies to watch, still a draw
No movies about this yet
We’re still writing the script

The script continues to write us, maybe
We’re still afraid in Hunter’s
Kingdom of Fear, he checked out
We’re here with plenty of content

To replay, from cheap storage space
Virtual visual surround sound memories
It’s been that long, really
This happily is not the future we imagined

On the morning of the 12th so long ago.