I Remember

I remember Pickett's charge and the lead filled air,
brother against brother, falling side by side there.

I remember San Juan Hill and Teddy's hearty yell,
we lost more men to yellow fever in that jungle hell.

I remember the winter of' '18 trying to hold the line.
Mud, gas, and pneumonia, next shell could be mine.

I remember the hell of Omaha Beach with dread,
the air so filled with fury and the water bloody red.

I remember Hiroshima and Nagasaki in horror,
the death of civilians would bring an end to war.

I remember freezing above the 38th Parallel line.
Though we made the Yalu, we lost it all in time.

I remember rotting, somewhere near Da Nang,
as Charlie snuck on in while Bob Dylan sang.

I remember reaching Baghdad, calling Saddam’s hand.
Desert Storm blew back to Kuwait, like the desert sand.

I remember Somalia sun, Mogadishu shining by the sea.
Our dead soldiers dragged through the streets with glee.

I remember the shock and awe as we rolled into town.
Four years later and counting, IED surprises abound.

I never served and went to war, but I remember well,
History has taught me—the glory of war is only its hell.

A father comes home from war

Photo Courtesy NBC


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