Service Buddy' Pt.-1
I look down from heaven and what do I see? *(THIS IS BASED ON A TRUE STORY,)
A body on the battlefield who looks just like me'
Body parts are missing; there is blood everywhere; (I COULDN'T PUT IT ALL IN ONE POEM)
The scene is so ghastly that I can only stop and stare. so bear with me part two is next.
RAB
Now the memory is returning; how I freely gave my life,
In preserving of democracy for my children and my wife.
Walking with my service buddies when I spotted the grenade,
And quickly dove upon it; what a price I paid'
I see the military funeral, many people gathered 'round.
The mournful sound of "TAPS" as the place me in the ground'
The crowd is now dispersing; please don't leave so fast.
Workmen cover me with dirt and top it off with grass.
At least my world is quiet now: no sound of bursting shell'
That man was right on target when he said "War is hell."
Advances, patrols, and skirmishes, causing quite a fuss.
The object: kill the enemy before he can kill us.
Now it is Memorial Day- and I wait patiently,
To see if anyone comes 'round to remember me.
I see the flags and flowers placed on graves so near.
Yet no one visits me; I'm alone again this year'
I hope my family hasn't forgotten the sacrifices made.
Perhaps their desire for freedom has slowly begun to fade?
I guess they've got their ball-games and picnics- and yet?
I see a uniform approaching- yes, it is a vet'
Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
END--------------- PART I
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