The Bitter Cold

The Bitter Cold Went overseas to fight forsaken war With an enemy that we all abhor Rugged was remaining countryside There was not a place left to hide. The bitter cold winter had set in We were to loose five thousand men Many who had frozen to death Cold turned off their last breath. March on must and had to though Way was precarious and also slow And across snow we marched on Until rising sun of a new dawn. Sun on dew glittered and glittered On soldiers emotionally embittered Having all that hatred of an enemy Death to them we wanted to see. Many battles were over and won And their hard work was all done Victorious finally they were again Heroes and highly honorable men. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran Need a category for BRAVERY.