OF HELL
by
Sandy Lamere Solari
I saw my best friend blown away.
I'll never forget the site and sound,
as an empty boot hit the hallowed ground.
On the battlefields of Hell one day,
a good buddies leg was blown away,
but this young GI wouldn't give in,
with a smile he said....
"This isn't the end".
On the battlefields of Hell one day,
a dear John letter came my way,
as I sat in a foxhole and tried to hide,
the tears that flowed for my lost bride.
The battlefields are now in the past,
the scars I hold forever to last.
The purple heart worn on my chest,
a reminder to all that I did my best.
