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