"Those That March Behind Me"
By D L Borgman
I've heard the whiz of bullets
That sharp popping -
Snapping by my head
Hoping they'd keep missing
Instead of leaving me for dead.
War has wrenched my soul
And I have screamed in anguish
As friends died in my arms
It's tough to keep on going
When the only way is Harm's.
But Marines had filled
Those shoes before me
Thru endless nights and days
So I just kept on fighting
I know why a soldier prays.
I've earned my peace
But tears crease my cheeks
For I remember well
Those that march behind me
Are now living in that hell.