Ashore At Baler

We go to one place via another
To do an activity and then leave
If we are allowed to do so

If we are not dead or burnt alive
Or heart stolen by a local gal
We go to this place from afar
Not expecting to be here

Or to do what we must
This is the way it is 
For when you're not local
You have to do things

That the locals couldn't do
Like blowing up the tunnels
Full of live enemy soldiers

Have no pity for if we switched
Some of us are from Texas
Others from Maine or Idaho

We have one thing in common
We are in the Army and must fight
This battle and the next

Till we win then return home
For those who remain here
They are never forgotten
This land is now theirs

A home from home
The 6th Division at Mt Mataba 
And other unnamed hills
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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