A mournful bugle blows,
For a soldier no one knows.
Sent to foreign shores,
To fight forgotten wars.
The enemy on the flanks,
With aero planes and tanks.
The ammo running low,
And nowhere left to go.
They say he gave his all,
Until the bastion’s fall.
The white flag of surrender,
Was the battle’s ender.
Marched o’er harsh terrain,
He never did complain.
Penned behind a fence,
The cruelty made no sense.
Beaten, starved, and cursed.
By those who showed their worst,
No letters came for him,
His fate looked kinda grim.
Grilled for information,
Stayed loyal to the nation.
Tunneled out one night,
Gave the goons a fright.
Helped the sick and lame,
Cuz they’d do the same.
Stood up to the guards,
In a dozen prison yards.
Though he earned no glory,
He lived to tell the story.
That he remained unbowed,
Made his country proud.
LDT Veterans Day November 11, ‘24
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That was awful! I am no fan of war and can’t imagine a general would have orders to do stuff like that. I guess he wasn’t thinking about what would happen to him after the war. I hope the survivors lived much happier lives after coming home.
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