Joseph Edward Emajka

Joe Edward Amejka, my New Jersey friend.
He spoke with an accent, hard to understand.
His feeling were genuine; personality humorous
Jokes were his forte, and often quite numerous

There wasn’t a time that he would stop talking
Deep into the jungle where the enemy was stalking.
He carried with him, Old Glory wherever he went
A symbol of Freedom, he said we cannot relent.

While I was away in the Da Nang hospital,
He was in the jungle, with two others on patrol.
Suddenly the enemy appeared out of nowhere
They raised their hands high into the air

And as usual with a wide grin on his face
He told his buddies, do not move stay in place
He strolled up to them intent to disarm.
Unaware they meant to bring him great harm
There was no warning on this treacherous path
With lethal fervor they unleashed their devious wrath
Joseph Edward Amejka, lay dead on the blood soaked ground
Forever enshrine this hero with honor expressively profound.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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