Heroes On Distant Battlefields - Dedicated To Veterans of Foreign Wars

Traveling life's murky waters, Were these brave men. My friends in dark jungles. Dying for many who did not care. Malaria and typhoid invisible enemies; Still then, that occasional sniper bullet, Snuffing out a life in an instant. Fighting for country yet hated by some. Freedom was all they tried to preserve, While every night evil pounding helmets. Unrelenting hatred killing one at a time; Sometimes a dozen in one blizzard of shells. Living in a hell on earth to protect liberty. Seeing dead eyes of buddies seconds ago alive. Oh to understand what terror really is; Surrealistic death in drowning bloody color. Brothers found de-bowled and castrated by enemy, Bodies hanging from beautiful rain forest trees. Life bodily fluids dripping to feed their roots, That horror which still lives in their minds. Flag red stripes brightened with bloodied courage; I ask how many Americans truly realize this? Flying Old Glory only on National Holidays, Oh that mental pain it has caused so many soldiers. Coming home to icy cold stares, Murderers seen in the eyes of some Americans. Heroes welcome buried in front pages of wrongful war; Medals tarnished before seeing light of another day. Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved "A poem to me is the essence of any thought, Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky. It can fly like no other bird to places never seen, Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place." © 2014 Robert William Gruhn