I want to talk about the condition we’re in
Artillery fire blazing over my head
Flak   piercing my skin

Dug fox holes
Way into the night
Climbed in and rested 
Until the next fire fight

My CO acted brave
But I could tell
He was aloof and cool
Didn’t even yell 

My job was to count the dead
Write their names on a list
Diligently counted each one 
Not a one did I miss 

How did I do that job
And come out sane 
All I know is
I’ll never be the same ……

WB KSG 

RESPECT to the servicemen whom took care of the dead their fellow soldiers, sailors, airmen and MARINES …..