Memories of Combate

M E M O R I E S OF C O M B A T Us older men To war have been. Learned our lesson All seems senseless. My friend who bunked Above my head Just two days latter I found him dead. Patriotism Runs deep in me. Send my grandsons to War This I can not see. It was a butterfly knife that took my Friend s life Deep in the jungles That dreadful Fateful night. No more memories of combat for me. In my later years Buried is where They belong to be.