For Those:

I remember the days of long ago

As off to a distant land we were flown

When dog tags and rifle were all we owned

Cause the seeds of war had been deeply sewn

And young men were lost before there time

While protestors waved their anti-war signs.

That same instant,

In a foreign land

young men died…

For those,

They would never know.

We endured the heat and the torrential rains

We fought, we bled, and we ignored the pain

Battled for high ground to give it up again

Fearing this hateful war would never end

But we fought nonetheless with all our might

Meeting death face to face in the late hours of night.

That same instant,

In silence we cried

because our Brothers died…

For those,

They would never know.

The years have come and the years have gone

And gone is gone for so very long

Our hearts still dance to youthful songs

And age has no meaning within our mind,

When we reflect back to hells own time.

Of a place where we needed

Neither reason nor rhyme

While in our hearts we burned their names

Knowing without them our lives would forever be changed

That somehow we would carry guilt’s burden of blame

Commit ourselves to bear with love the eternal flame

We watched as one by our Brothers died

In our arms or as we fought side by side

Away on the choppers they would fly

And that same instant,

Silent teardrops dripped from our eyes

For those,

The world, would never know.

That same instant

This same time

These same tears

Flow endlessly

For those,

Our Brothers;

We shall never know…

Boon 5/8/02