Nancy L. Meek


They risked it all and held their ground!
They took the hill, my brave bros, sound
of mind… body, gung ho heart and soul,
though camouflaged, the bloody whole!

But hence, here I sit, with pride in hand,
stroking it, hating them, tryin’ to understand
how they could risk their only lives while I,
fled, lest none survive to later fight and die.

I’m sure, by golly, I was the wiser one,
more so than they who would not run;
for though they became heroes today,
they could’ve been goners is all I can say!

Why risk the whole dang platoon? I ask,
to take but one hill among many… a task
that could’ve left me here alone in this war,
hating them for being heroes all the more.