Well, this is a fine post, to be sure; but, why is it on the "Feedback" fourm?
Back for an edit:
I suppose this is in honor of Memorial Day. At first, that fact went right over my head, but I think I get it now.
As long as we're on the subject, I wrote a poem that I dedicated to the memory of MITCHELL ALLEN WENTZ. Information about Mitchell can be found at
http://www.thevirtualwall.org/search/se ... lesearch=1
The Blood of Glory
The ambush happened like lightning from the night.
The flash from the gun barrels was blinding to the sight,
The explosions around and within were a terrible fright,
I saw friends and comrades come apart in the flash of light,
Even God could not have provided more fear with all His might.
I had moved forward into the jungle toward the oncoming threat,
As I cleared a hedgerow a sensation struck me, and suddenly I was wet
With a warm sticky substance that covered my chest,
I tried to move on but my legs would not obey,
I realized I was falling, my mind could not stop the way.
I could still fire my weapon, and I finished off the clip,
I reached down to reload, and there was nothing at my hip.
I looked down and realized that my legs were not there,
That was when I knew I was dying, and I became very scared.
Was I meant to die in the jungle, so far away from home?
I had started this trip with so many friends, and now felt all alone.
I thought, "Should I cry out, or should I just quietly slip away?"
Reflex took over, and I yelled "Help! Over here!", but had I made a sound?
The world was swimming and turning, and I sensed there was no one around.
As I realized that nothing was working, and all I could do was stare,
I saw our flag lying in front of me, and I thought "Old Glory is there,"
Lying on the ground, but it didn't seem right, to be out here where
It is blood-soaked with mine and others. "I hope there is someone that cares."
The jungle had become quiet, as I stared at the colors of my flag.
I heard someone say, "This ones gone, better get another body bag."
As he knelt down to touch me, and to close my staring eyes,
I heard him say, "Your unit was brave, but it couldn't match the size
Of the force that was against you, but you guys sure gave them a fight.
I salute you soldier, go to sleep now, and rest in peace tonight."
He picked up the flag that was near me, soaked with my blood and others,
And placed it over me, the Blood of Glory, and I went to join my brothers.
~written by Jon Houge, copyright 2001
p.s. MGM, sorry about posting this. Feel free to delete it. Possibly this thread should be moved to the "fluff" forum, since it has nothing really to do with "quotations."