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Written and submitted by Andrew J. Lynch


THE CROW


Cold rain hung a bleak curtain
Of dirty grey early morning mist
O'er the fields endless rows
White headstones, fleshless bones.

A breath of wind swirled to show
Eyes black as sin upon his perch
The eerie smiling beak of Crow
'Twas there I heard his speech:

"Here, the sound of guns is mystery,
The bombs have ceased to fall
But, the loudest wail in history
Comes from Heros hallowed mall~~

'Remember us, we are the dead
Remember us, we fought and fell
Remember us, we have all bled
Remember us, we died in hell!'

Remembered: KOREA of long ago
My best friend Walter, K.I.A.
I salute my brothers and the crow
His message taken , as I go away...

"Remember us, Remember us,
Please, Remember us..."

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Written and submitted by John Kent, E/2/1 1st Marine Division, Korea


CHOSIN


How deep the cold takes us down
into the searing frost of Hell;
where mountain snows,
unyielding winds, strip our flesh,
bare our bones.

The trembling of uncertain hearts,
scream out to echoes not impressed,
as swirling mists of laughing death,
reach out their fingers to compress.

How white the withered skin exposed,
turns into black and brittle flesh
and limbs cast out from conscious thought
still stagger on the arctic frost.

Inmobile does the breath extend
as crystal on the mountain wind,
and eyes now fixed in layers of ice,
see nothing through the dawning light.

This road that leads down to the sea,
twists and turns at every bend
and Chosin's ice that molds like steel,
rains the fire that seeks our end.

The trucks cry out a dirge refrain,
their brittle gears roll on in pain,
upon their beds, the silent dead,
in grateful and serene repose.

Still the mind resists the call,
to lie and die in final pose,
as blood in stillness warms the soul,
and renders nil the will to rise.

The battle carries through the night,
give witness to the dead betrayed,
when frozen weapons fail to fire,
their metal stressed by winter's might.

Still we fight to reach Hungnam,
in solemn oath and brotherhood,
as every able-bodied man
will bring our dead and wounded home.

Uphold traditions earned in blood,
break through the hordes that press us in,
depress their numbers to the place,
where waves of dead deny their quest.

And on to the sea....


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Written and submitted by D H Rudd,38th Tank Co, 2nd Inf Div


Forgotten War


Twas the war that never was it seems. For shame, America forgot to remember her sons, who like those from other wars were the same.

In a place so far the people could not see or hear, and on the country it left no scar, because most Americans never knew the nation was at war.

They were young men so innocent and bold, they went with their guns to a place were they were told, that only those who were there could know just how cold.

From every state in the union they came to this war with no fame. Now the nation is to blame; for who cared, or would shed tears, but only those to whom they were so dear.

There were names like Punch-Bowl, Old Baldy, T-Bone, Porkchop, and many hills no human would claim: And one called Heartbreak, and many a wife and mother so sad it would make.

For most Americans the war did not touch; then how could the nation boast, having won the big war and for such a small war care that much.

Twas a war before rebellion, when young men would serve and hold nothing back; not even their lives which they freely gave, and now from their country they much more deserve.

On quiet nights now, my mind wanders back to a place in time, where there, many years ago, I saw so many body bags with young men so fair, who gave all when their country made that call.

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Written and by Rev Charlie Morgan


WHY CAN'T YOU HEAR ME???


They sent me to Europe, to Korea and more, they sent me to places,they did not call a war. They sent many thousands who looked just like me, they told us we're fighting to keep the world free...

But free I am not,and for a long time I've known that never again, will my life be my own... I was captured in Poland, in Korea, in 'Nam, or killed in Italy, on Iwo, or Bataan,

But, why cant you hear me, why the deaf ear? Don't you know I did this, even though filled with fear?

Yet forgotten I am, so it seems to me. My country, My America, My Land tis of thee. And its people forget that their freedom so dear, was paid for with the lives, of those of us here.

Some may still live, in places unknown, many still lay, where their bodies were thrown, when whatever happened, that brought death very near, I gave all I had, for your freedom so dear.

Please remember, when you see my Flag, that under its banner, many a man was dragged, Who had given his life, for your freedom so dear, why cant you hear me,when I am so near?

You hear our victory, in the battles we won, when you pick and choose, the people who run, for the offices that you vote for, yet you seem not to care, that for your single vote, a life was left there.

You see our pride, in the Red, White, and Blue, for under its beauty, we gave our lives for you, that you might live fully and live truly free, yet you pass by our Emblem, and sometimes dont see, that it waves to those, who have died for its glory.. Why cant you hear me, have you forgotten my story?

We don't ask much, we who remained in those places, only that America, land of all races, remember that I, and many like me, gave all we had, so YOU could be free... So dont make us ask, if you still hear our cries, why cant you hear us? Did you forget that we died?

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Written by Bernard C. Neel, "A" Co, 35th Inf Regt. (Korea 51-52)


A COLD KOREAN NIGHT



The night is long and oh so cold,
I'm 17 but feel so old.
The eyes they burn, the body does hurt,
But the Captain said to stay alert.

We know they will come, we don't know when,
But come they will and come again.
The horns will blow and they will yell,
It's like being at the gates of hell.

It's almost dawn, the eyes play tricks,
Did something move, the safety clicks.
Then you know that this is it,
The firing starts and someone's hit.

We open up with all we've got at the enemy below,
But their horns just continue to blow.
Wave after wave they come up the hill,
We fire and fie and the blood does spill.

Now they are running, leaving their dead behind,
The number of bodies boggles the mind.
"How many were there?" someone said.
We don't know but see their dead.

Medics run from hole to hole,
They got Tom, Sam and Noel.
Others are wounded, some real bad.
But nothing like the enemy had.

It's quiet now, we settle down,
We curse the cold and frozen ground.
The order comes down to get some rest,
Our Captain is proud, we did our best.

This battle is over, we have won the fight.
But they will be back in the dark of night.
Who will die then, will it be me?
All we can do is wait and see.

If it is I let me die brave.
Bury me not in a coward's grave.
God keep us in the palm of your hand,
Till we leave this frozen land.

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Written and submitted by Richard L.Souza, Tsgt, USAF, Ret,
Locator: 6147th Tac Con Gp (Mosquito Association)


TAPS
To a fallen comrade.



TAPS for A Comrade we loved that has passed away,
We mourn and pray that same day.
A walk in our life that finally ends,
Leaving behind so many friends.

Vibrate on through our sad hearts,
For we know we will also soon part.
Clear a path for me my friend,
As too, our life will soon come to an end.

Worry not for those you leave behind,
The duty to watch over them is now mine.
Rest in peace and be assured,
That your life in our hearts and mind will always endure.

We salute you and glorify your once living deeds,
And hope that we go on giving, to those that need.
Our eyes will some day close, but we will also be able,
Perhaps, to feel the vibrations of T A P S.

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Written and submitted by Ernest A. Botti, 1st Lt. USAF, 339th/319th Fighter Squadrons


THE GRAY BEFORE THE DAWN



The mist hangs like a dirty drape -
Formless shapes struggle to escape -
Lying on my back - stands of water on three sides. Swirls - like tidal pools when I was a kid -
Life teeming in a little world -star fish -squid -

Sand all over my weapon - none to play with.
My boots are wet - my feet are cold -
What am I doing here -am I to grow old?
Thunder in the sky - planes flying by -
Can't see them -clouds hung out to dry.

Don't sleep much - we're in for a big one -
Waiting for the dawn - waiting for the Sun.
This is an odd place -
Everyone with the same face -

Can't drink the water - rations are poor -
Bed down at night - the earth for a floor.
Complain? - can't do that - my choice - I enlisted
Could have listened to the old folks - as they insisted.

Mortar rounds screaming overhead -
Sickening thud! - giant craters - filled with the dead.
Had a girl back home -she's waiting -
Last moments - gave her a gentle kiss - parting.

I thought that I would be forever young -
But within a week my hair turned - I've been stung.
The Sun is up - parting the Gray
We are sons and daughters of prey -

Our minds buried in this mire -
Here they come! - HELL IS ON FIRE!!!

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Written and submitted by Ernest A. Botti, 1st Lt. USAF, 339th/319th Fighter Squadrons


A NAME ON THE WALL



When Johnny was just a little boy He'd call on me for tea -
We'd sit for hours lost with joy And wondered what life would be.
Johnny was only a doorknob high And I a keyhole measure -
We'd hold each other and with a sigh - Savor our hidden treasure.

The years were swift and Johnny has grown And I'm a lady too -
Autumn winds the leaves have blown The skies are azure blue.
Johnny heard the clarion call -
Now Johnny's become a name on THE WALL.

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Written and submitted by Ernest A. Botti, 1st Lt. USAF, 339th/319th Fighter Squadrons


ANGEL OF THE DAWN



Day succumbs to falling shadows –
Windows of the night sky
Flash their brillance and
Fence with the cosmic wind.
Reality skirts my vision –
A silent passage.
I witness endless horizons
Framed by the eyes of innocence
Filled with illusion.
Darkness descends –
Threading my way through
Memories of life's moments
Of tragedies and triumphs –
Of loneliness and LOVE –
I become a visitor in my dreams.
I struggle to wake – to shed this
Fragment of time – this
Spiral of slumber.
The light of Day will not be denied –
The morning mist disperses
Moonbeams in retreat.
A miracle of majesty
Glides 'cross a dew draped lawn –
'tis HOPE – ANGEL OF THE DAWN.

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Written and submitted by Paskell J Poindexter


FREEDOM IS NOT FREE



Veterans of Korea
Those members of an Armed Force
Once the mightiest of them all
Whose heroes stood so tall?

Only remnants of that once proud force
Were left to answer the call
When the bugles sounded in Korea
Some gave their all

Others were left to remember
Where their comrades did fall
Their countrymen at home
Didn?t remember at all

But as veterans we remember
Why we answered the Call
As long as America has men like us
There will be freedom for all

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Written and submitted by SSgt David Calnan USAF Ret


MISS LIBERTY



WHATEVER LAND YOUR BEAM OF LIGHT MAY FALL
I WILL BE THERE TO HELP THE LAND STAND TALL
FAR ARCOSS THE WATERS I HAVE BEEN
TO HELP GUIDE YOUR CHILDREN
FOR THE BROTHERS AND SISTERS STILL OVER THERE
IT'S IN YOUR NAME THE BURDEN THEY SHALL BEAR
MANY SOLDIERS HAVE FALLEN IN FOREIGN LANDS
BUT THERE OUR FLAG WILL ALWAYS STAND
ARE FLAG WILL ALWAYS WAVE FREELY IN THE BREEZE
IN THE HOPE THAT ARE SOLDIERS WON'T HAVE TO CROSS THE SEAS
I AM BUT A SOLDIER MISS LIBERTY, WILL YOU MARRY ME

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Written and submitted by SSgt David Calnan USAF Ret


THE NON-COMBATANT



  DOES ANYONE REALIZE THE GUILT WE SHARE
FOR NOT BEING STATIONED OVER THERE
NO BLOOD WAS SHED WE COULD ONLY SHED TEARS
WE COULD NEVER SHARE WAR TIME FEARS
WE SAW THE COFFINS ARRIVE EVERY DAY
THE ONLY THING LEFT FOR US WAS TO PRAY
WE VISIT THE MONUMENTS WHEN WE CAN
THEN WE WONDER SOMETIMES ARE WE STILL MEN
FOR THE MEN AND WOMEN WHO GAVE THEIR LIFE
WE THE NON-COMBATANTS WILL CARRY THAT STRIFE
WE ASK NO FORGIVENESS THIS WAS NO FAULT OF ARE OWN
BECAUSE OF YOU ARE CHILDREN IN FREEDOM HAVE GROWN

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Written and submitted by Willie M Flanagan - 17th Field Artillery


FORGOTTEN HEROES



  There's a place in Southeast Asia, a country called Korea
Where men fought and died, for three long miserable years
In Summers we burnt up, winters we froze
And the rains were terrible as as we all know.
We fought from Old Baldy, Heartbreak Ridge to Pork Chop Hill
No one knowing the HELL we went through.
Today no one remembers us, I think that's a shame
Our government or the media never mentions our name
We're the "FORGOTTEN HEROES" and no one gives a damn
And we who served there, never ask for a thing
But, God knows we fought with pride, to give other's peace and rest.
So I ask, did those who served and died, did this all in vain?
If not, then let our Country - "REMEMBER OUR NAMES"

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