Flags at half mast
Souls departed
Memoirs of the past
Many perhaps from large blasts
What you should know these courageous bodies once dressed in camouflage
All gone; so now we raise a flag
And every time I see it, I just can’t help but cry
Tears flow down my cheeks
While I sink teeth and draw blood from my very own lips
It was three weeks ago we were deployed to the battlefield
Young recruits my colleagues and I
Naive in our strides we just shouted our hoorahs!!
And on our plane to the drop zone we sang songs of high tune
Little did we know that it would be our last for many of us…?
After much fighting did we know; that our shadows were also our enemies
So were poisonous plants and dreaded insects
At the sound of enemy fire I crept into the grass and caught an image beside me
A fallen soldier still clad in camouflage and the light was gone from his eyes
Face was slightly pale and lips arched like he had need for words
And I could see my colleagues who bravely charged ahead
And had their entrails splashed
There is so much a man can take
But when he sees life taken this way he can never be the same
Days lingered and I was lost for memory
I think my brain shut me out trying to save me from my inward demise
And as our plane took us homewards and flew over burning trees and fields
I remembered all the brave men with large hearts all gone
I still remember their perfectly laced boots
The heavy stamps of men in charge
Pillars of unselfishness
All laid bare for our ungratefulness
So let us all remember on days of our fullness that men gave their lives allegedly for our goodness.
wonderful . memory.