The following 7 poems were submitted by Frank G.Gross. Frank was with the USMC at the Chosin Reservoir during the battle. Frank was wounded during the Chosin Reservoir battle and spent 10 months in the hospital. After the hospital stay Frank separated from the USMC and started to write Patriotic and Country songs as well as poetry.

FRANK G.GROSS


This is the cover from Frank's Korean War CD




"THE DIAMOND IN THE SKY"
Authors: Maj. Paul Sanders, USMC (Ret) and Frank Gross, I/3/7 Marines

Twas two weeks plus before Christmas
On the day of December seven
No bells to ring or choir to sing
As the snowflakes fell from heaven

No shopping sprees or Christmas trees
For this brotherhood of men
Gods gift that night moved into sight
When the star came back again

The wind blew hard and chilling cold
Beneath that starless sky
Where the frost would bite like fire
And the snow refused to die

Emotions from their silent prayers
Was showing from each eye
And from their lips that silent wish
For that diamond that diamond in the sky

Oh God how much we need it
Each soul inside did cry
As they prayed to see that diamond
Appearing in the sky

Then just before the light of dawn
You could hear the joyous shout
Our prayers have now been answered
For Gods star has just come out

In ancient days God gave a sign
To the shepherds and wise men too
And a similar sign was seen by men
That are known as the Chosin Few

There is a star! There is a star !
They shouted with a tear dimmed eye
Oh praise in rhyme at Christmas time
For Gods diamond Gods diamond in the sky

Men buttoned up their parkas
And stood to shake off the snow
Then gathered up their courage
For the last few miles to go

Through the enemy lines at Koto Ri
They fought with spirits high
Inspired by Gods special star
They called the diamond, Gods diamond in the sky

Like the twinkling lights of Christmas
That sparkle on the tree
The stars came out in multitudes
And they lighted up koto ri

Through the clearing skies the corsairs came
Flying chariots filled the air
Like the cavalrymen to the rescue
And the guiding star was there

For it was Gods star It was that star
It was his diamond. The diamond in the sky

(Note: The star over Koto Ri today is the logo for "THE CHOSIN FEW")



"KOREA THE POLICE ACTION WAR"
25 July 72-Written and submitted by Frank G. Gross

In the words of the five star general as he spoke to the USA
"Old soldiers never die they just fade away"
But speak not of the Korean Veteran as you hear him coming through
in remembrance of his comrades with his tears of gratitude

In the year of Nineteen Fifty the communist had a plan
To capture South Korea, but the free world made their stand
Yes John Q there was Korea, but not like the wars before
For this action came with a police action name, when the bear had knocked on the door

Many countries remembered their fallen with respect of honor due
but in thease states such little relates and our historys words were few
For in the hallway of the high school mahogany plaques stand out
Of the names engraved and the sacrifice made to remind us what war is about

There are names there of the first war, the very first bugle call
And for the Taps that blew in world war two, and of the boys from Nam on the wall
But the Korean War forgotten, Fifty Four Thousand lost their place
And the Eight Thousand more are MIAs, of them theres such little trace

So hear us Five Star General, we heed to the words you say
That Old Soldiers never die, but why must they fade away.



THE WALK TO FREEDOM
1990-Written and submitted by Frank G. Gross

It was a long cold walk to freedom
To the calm of the morning sun.
As the task begins in the freezing winds
On a journey that must be won.

They walked away from burning homes
And barely shed a tear,
They walked away from treachery
And walked away from fear.

It was a miracle at Christmas,
Forty years ago,
When one hundred thousand refugees
Had braved the blizzard snow.

An old man in his sixties
Carried a heavy pack
Of food, of clothes and blankets,
On the A-Frame on his back.

The strength of the solid frame
And the courage held inside,
Started by wife, son and daughter,
Increased the father's pride.

Each step a vote for freedom
When so many walked away,
To find a path of peace on earth,
That many know today.

It was a long cold walk to freedom,
To the calm of the morning sun,
In the freezing winds where the task began,
The journey now is won.

It was a Miracle at Christmas
Of forty years ago.
When one hundred thousand refugees
Had braved the blizzard snow.



THE BAND OF BROTHERS BALLAD
Written and submitted by:Maj.Paul Sanders,USMC (Ret)

The Chosin Few are marching, into historys books at last
We feel we Chosin Brothers played a part in what has passed
We have a special memory, and we have a special place
With those bands of special fighting men, who have honored every race

Oh could our fallen brothers, know the honor they helped bring
To God and to our Country, to their memory now we sing
You gave your life for freedom, for famlies and for friends
And for that you have our special love, and a thanks that never ends

So onward Band of Brothers, hear ye now that special drum
It sounds alone for heros, when that special time has come.
For some there is no drum beat, so its hard to tell them why
There's a pounding heart, a quicking pose, and a glisten in the eye.

If God gives grace to warriors, serving his holy name
if a special place in heaven waits, for those who in honor came
Then those who served with honor, near that frozen Chosin shore
Will have His grace in a special place, when they stand at heavens door.



"THE BAND OF BROTHERS MARCH
Authors: Frank G.Gross, I/3/7 Marines

When the eagle makes a stand,
Upon a distant land,
And the spirit of the corps is in his eye he lays his anchor down,
Upon the troubled ground,
And the world knows the words of Semper Fi.

From the sound of different drummers,
In the valley of the thunder,>br> And a hundred marching men passing by,
Each man became a brother,
Depending on each other,
And the world knows the words of Semper Fi.

His mighty wings will span,
With the anchor in his hand,
as the mountains catch his shadow flying by and on this frozen land,
The golden eagle stands,
And the world knows the words of Semper Fi,

From the sound of differnt drummers,
In the valley of the thunder,
And a hundred marching men passing by,
Each man became a brother,
Depending on each other,
And the world knows the words of Semper Fi.

Though the years have come and gone,
The spirit still goes on,
Tonight we will hold our banners high,
To the brotherhood so true,
The proud the chosin few,
And the world knows the words of Semper Fi.



THE BEGINNING
Written and submitted by Maj. Paul Sanders, Sgt. Gorden Greene and PFC Frank Gross

When sunlight warms the statue, casting shadows to the ground
Can it cast the frozen fury, that these gallant men once found
See the courage in their faces, see the pride which understood
Their faith in one another, that forged a chain of brotherhood

In bronze and granite marble, see how strong how proud they stand
In their honor and their glory, with a brotherhood of man
The ones who died at Chosin, did not give their lives in vain
God took them from that frozen hell, and blessed them in His name

Men who died in all the battles, from Pusan to Pork Chop Hill
Call from the grave, remember us, as this statue says we will
Our missing brothers call us, from some prison grim and drear
Remember our misfortune, we answer, never fear

Their cause is not forgotten, for we surviving mortal men
Place this wreath and pray a prayer, that the sword wont rise again
When moonlight paints the statue, with a gleaming silver beam
Will the spirits of the ones who died, enhance this noble scene

We ask our God for guidance, as we stand in silent prayer
Our tears say that we miss them, as this statue says we care
So blow the bugle softly, let its lonely echo sound
Let the music and our memories, dedicate this hallowed ground.



I GOT THE FROZEN CHOSIN FROST BITE BITTEN BLUES
Written and submitted by Frank G.Gross

I got the frozen Chosin frost bite bitten blues,
I got the frozen Chosin frost bite bitten blues,
And over in north korea I feel it down to my shoes.

I wish I was sleeping in a big old army tent,
Yeah,I wish I was sleeping In a big old army tent,
So if you find one thats vacant I got a sleeping bag thats up for rent.

It was cold last night, cold the night before,
If they sent us Betty Grable wont be cold no more,
I got the frozen Chosin frost bite bitten blues,
I got the frozen Chosin frost bite bitten blues,
And over in north korea I feel it down to my shoes,

Theres a town in Korea that the people call yu dam ni,
Theres a town in Korea that the people call yu dam ni,
Well my damm damm knees are shaking as my body is starting to freeze.

I got a BAR that wieghs three thousand pounds,
I got a BAR that wieghs three thousand pounds,
And when I climb up those mountains my ass is down on the ground,
And I threw away the tripod too.

It was cold lat night, cold the night before,
If they sent us Betty Grable, wont be cold no more,
We'll be home for Christmas to trim up the Christmas tree,
We'll be home for Christmas, so MacAuther keeps telling me,
Gone to see that yule tide season, in nineteen seventy three.

Man thats a long time now.

Going to catch a gook, and fry him up in a pan,
Going to catch a gook, and fry him up in a pan,
Cause I know that he will taste much better, then these C Rations in a can.

I got the frozen chosin frost bite bitten blues,
I got the frozen Chosin Frost bite bitten blues,
And over in north korea I feel it down to my shoes.

It was cold last night, cold the night before,
If they sent us Betty Grable, it wont be cold no more,
I Got the frozen chosin frost bite bitten blues,
And over in North Korea, I feel it down to my shoes.

Man that was cold.



BATTLEFIELD
Written and submitted by John Kent, Korean War Vet.

I know of the soil enriched by blood, the legions are no more.
The wild grass grown over, the birds flown down, the tears now languish in eyes of old.
The wind a whisper, the surf a moan,the bluffs are quiet, the sea alone.
I know of the young who have never heard the voices under cross and star; never known how young they died, upon those silent battlefields.