Friends old and new

Now that I am 24, my closest friends no longer live within 5 minutes of me, our lives are what one might call "more grown-up", wives, jobs, pets, babies, etc... Now there are new "friends" in my life, and the lives of my more established friends. This is not a bad thing, actually I quite enjoy developing new relationships. I guess I can just count it as one of those stages of life.

I am reading Band of Brothers by Stephen E. Ambrose. He follows the 101st airborne division, Easy Company, from training at camp Tocoa to Hitlers nest. The bonding that took place at Tocoa amongst the men created an incomparable bond between them. In no way do I want to minimize the training of those men by comparing them to a current situation, but I will always be much closer to the men/boys that I grew/matured with, the ones I shared life with, the ones I had my first of many deep discussions with. When speaking to my closest friends about new found friends, we will alway say, "He is one of us." Much like those men of Tocoa, the bond between friends of old will not fade quickly nor the respect.

Random post, but I am extremely thankful for old friends and new.

-goodnight

"old friends, sat on their park bench like bookends..."