'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 ...
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.
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.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :( *tears!*
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on November 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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Michelle~
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.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :( *tears!*