Seasoned homeless men in olive-green and black camouflage jackets, whisker-stubbled faces, fatigued eyes once young and bright, they raised their hands to swear the oath, in the shelter kitchen are many bustling volunteers, brewed creamy coffee warms the men's throats, as the Catholic church across the city street tolls it's resounding bells, paper turkey decorations on the center of long tables, a Thanksgiving for the exhausted and unthanked. ~