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Bataan Death March
by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Monday, November 08, 2010
Rated "G" by the Author.
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'Death March' (c) Lt Henry G. Lee, A Soldier's Poet

So you are dead. The easy words contain
No sense of loss, no sorrow, no despair.
Thus hunger, thirst, fatigue, combine to drain
All feeling from our hearts. The endless glare,
The brutal heat, anesthetize the mind.
I can not mourn you now. I lift my load,
The suffering column moves. I leave behind
Only another corpse, beside the road.

My response, in reading these powerful, brutal lines ... thank you, Uncle Duke, and all who serve(d).

I cannot imagine what it was like to be
Marched until you couldn't take.  One.
More.  Step.  What were your last
Thoughts as you stared into the gun
Pointed at your head?  Was it fear?
Or resignation?  Did you pray?

And if you weren't shot where you fell:
You kept on.  One foot in front of the
Other on the road to Hell.  Held captive
For one thousand, two hundred twenty
Four days before you were liberated just
In time for your Mother's birthday.

You were one of the lucky ones.  Will never
Know what you endured.  You kept it deep
Inside, in a secret place, that none should
Touch, all the way to your grave.  I weep,
For your story wasn't told.  How many
More paid a terrible price and the words

Remain silent?  Mark mine:  I will never forget
What you did for my freedom ---- can't ignore
Your sacrifice.  I honor you this Veteran's Day
And always.  A 'thank you' is not enough for
Righting the wrongs done to those who
Served.  I'll make sure your voices are heard ...

(c) 2010, Karla Dorman (11/8)

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Reviewed by Patrick Granfors 11/16/2010
Brutal is an understatement. Honor is heartfelt. Patrick
Reviewed by Don Juan Amante 11/9/2010
unimaginable conditions and sacrifice. well written and heartfelt.
Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan 11/9/2010
beautiful, hearfelt write!
Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen 11/8/2010
This is beautiful Karla thank you for sharing
In Christs Love
Reviewed by Andy Turner 11/8/2010
And we must never forget.
A chap, my ex's granddad, would lock himself in a wardrobe yelling to his wife that he was under dead bodies and was dead. Even in his late 80's it still plagued him. He hid under a pile of dead bodies in a prison camp to survive.
Reviewed by Paul Berube 11/8/2010
Well done, Karla.
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader) 11/8/2010
I heard a story once about the Bataan death march. One of the US GIs was walking with a hand in his pocket, a big no-no according to the Japanese, which would warrant immediate execution. When they brought the GI to the Japanese commander to announce his sentence, the man asked the commander if he believed in ghosts, evil spirits. Knowing the Japanese were highly superstitious, he had anticipated a yes. When the commander affirmed, the GI told him that if he were executed, he would come back and haunt him for the rest of his life. The commander thought about it a minute and then let him go. Clever bastard for sure that GI. True story too. Great work Karla.
Reviewed by Ed Matlack 11/8/2010
I've seen documentaries regarding this, it was horrible, the Japs should have been tried for war crimes like the Germans...e
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 11/8/2010
Powerful writing, Karla; well done! BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :( *tears!*
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) 11/8/2010
My Uncle Mac survived the march and imprisonment in Japan, but he was a shell of the man he was before he went through the fucking hell the "Japs" put them through. I have never bought a "Jap" car in my life.

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