The Bitter Cold
The Bitter Cold
Went overseas to fight forsaken war
With an enemy that we all abhor
Rugged was remaining countryside
There was not a place left to hide.
The bitter cold winter had set in
We were to loose five thousand men
Many who had frozen to death
Cold turned off their last breath.
March on must and had to though
Way was precarious and also slow
And across snow we marched on
Until rising sun of a new dawn.
Sun on dew glittered and glittered
On soldiers emotionally embittered
Having all that hatred of an enemy
Death to them we wanted to see.
Many battles were over and won
And their hard work was all done
Victorious finally they were again
Heroes and highly honorable men.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Need a category for BRAVERY.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
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