There was something about his eyes.
The way he looked at me 
made me feel alive. 

I had been dead for so long,
couldn’t express myself,
couldn’t hear the birds or their songs. 

The way he carried me 
to the door
gave me a reason in which to live for. 

The way he held my hand, 
gave me a chocolate
that came from his land. 

Never shall I forget 
the American soldiers 
who saved us and were no threat.

They came upon us as we laid in a heap, 
smells of death,
living skeletons with no teeth.

The Americans picked each up,
carried us gently 
to a Red Cross truck.

These Americans with the BIG RED ONE, 
each had tears in their eyes
as they brought us out into the sun. 

Seventy-five years have come and gone. 
We’re grateful to the soldiers 
of the BIG RED ONE.