Russell G. Robison

MIDWATCH

Standing guard last night and waiting
For the morning sun
A question came back to me
In a cycle never done

Who am I to be alive
While others had to fall
And still there is no answer
As their faces I recall

I know that my good fortune
To behold another dawn
Is linked forevermore
With all of those who now are gone

Sometimes all that I can do
Is hold on in the night
And face that haunting question
Why did I survive the fight