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I look down from heaven and what do I see?                                *(THIS IS BASED ON A TRUE STORY,) 
A body on the battlefield who looks just like me'
Body parts are missing; there is blood everywhere;                        (I COULDN'T PUT IT ALL IN ONE POEM)
The scene is so ghastly that I can only stop and stare.                        so bear with me part two is next.
                                                                                                     RAB
Now the memory is returning; how I freely gave my life,
In preserving of democracy for my children and my wife.
Walking with my service buddies when I spotted the grenade,
And quickly dove upon it; what a price I paid'

I see the military funeral, many people gathered 'round.
The mournful sound of "TAPS" as the place me in the ground'
The crowd is now dispersing; please don't leave so fast.
Workmen cover me with dirt and top it off with grass.

At least my world is quiet now: no sound of bursting shell'
That man was right on target when he said "War is hell."
Advances, patrols, and skirmishes, causing quite a fuss.
The object: kill the enemy before he can kill us.

Now it is Memorial Day- and I wait patiently,
To see if anyone comes 'round to remember me.
I see the flags and flowers placed on graves so near.
Yet no one visits me; I'm alone again this year'

I hope my family hasn't forgotten the sacrifices made.
Perhaps their desire for freedom has slowly begun to fade?
I guess they've got their ball-games and picnics- and yet?
I see a uniform approaching- yes, it is a vet'

                                                                             Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.) 
                                                                                END---------------        PART I

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