There was an eerie feeling that represented a full moon.
Is it time? The skeleton asked his bunkmates, or is it too soon?
Sure, one replied. Let’s show them that dead is not dead.
They climbed out of their sleeping quarters, their earthy black bed.
October for sure, but is it Halloween? One of the skeletons asked.
The old wise one nodded, but he did not reply. Deep in his flask.
What are you drinking? One of the other boney ones queried.
He shook his fist at him, full of temper. A tiny vole scurried.
Halloween moon, a ghoul who had stopped by quietly said.
He was standing next to Dracula’s son, Draco B. Ted.
Let’s give the humans some howling, scare them into a mood.
Okay, agreed the wise one, but then can we get some food?
Before you are flippant to an old wrinkled soul.
Remember they were once innocents, barely 18 years old.
Ill trained, unprepared, sent abroad, to a land unseen.
To fight for our freedom. The biggest war ever seen.
Through hunger, fear, and wet tired feet.
They marched through the mud to try and defeat.
The enemy who would kill their bunkmates and brothers.
If no battle who knows just how many others.
These boys died and cried in trenches dug deep.
So you and your family, tonight you can sleep.
Please show respect to every Vet, met and unmet.
They fought our fights, lest we forget.