The Warrior’s Call

Like Trojan warriors they answered the call,

Their names now etched in a blackened wall.

Their reasons for going were theirs alone,

Now all rest together on the marbled stone.

Taps play nightly for the fallen few,

The wall shines brightly with the morning dew.

Loved ones remember with newly shed tears,

As they search the wall marked by the years.

From the farthest corners of the world they gather here,

To remember their friends and those so dear.

The wall reflects the realities of war,

Perhaps we have learned, there will be no more.

Michael D. Monfrooe

1987