Freedom Comes With A Price

Their soul comes upon a scene of strikingly beautiful and sublime peacefulness;
Old Glory held aloft;
They stood erect before the advancing enemy,
death dancing upon the horizon; 
They cling to survival unidentified in this lethal province;
where the jungles are alive with death; 
spider holes and pungi pits disregard their cries
their hopeless pleas. 
They offer a silent prayer to elicit a peaceful solution to the grave;
like many a courageous soldiers, life snatched from them, 
in the springtime of their youth, 
now to slumber in their graves
with honor 
in the Stars and Stripes.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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