Left With a Folded Flag

Left With A Folded Flag Have been at wall with all of the enemy, Including one that existed inside of me; Have begun to prepare myself for war; On ship as it approaches foreign shore. Fearlessly landed and sand was flying, In the air and many soldiers were dying; Some seem close and others are nearby; Soldiers that did die are in our each eye. Blood did drip down upon grungy ground, And a horrible new home we have found; Waiting for us approaching growing near, Which was with so much sorrow and fear. Harder and harder have to fight and fight, And would appear with dawn's early light; Heard weapons fire with bombs exploding; Up more ammunition soldiers are loading. Officer dropped by and he now is with us, With so much sadness heard him discuss, About or modest son who would not brag; What we found left was a single folded flag. Jim Horn Not sure about either how or which contest to enter my poem into. Someone can for me if they want to. Maybe I can get the next door neighbor to help me like in the commercial. Of course you can do everything for me if you choose to.