WHO WILL BURY ME

We buried another today Mother that's the third one on this cold dark trail.­
Each night I close my eyes Mother my nightmares send me to hell.­
But even my dreams are nothing compared to the reality here.­
I have to stop writing now Mother were on the move again. ­
Say a prayer Mother, say a prayer for me and my friends.
It's been three days Mother. Three days of mud and rain.­
Two more bodies laid to rest in this foreign land we're in.­
But only 150 days left Mother till I come home again.­
Home, I don't know how home will be.­
I don't know how things will look without blood on every tree.
There's only five of us left now Mother, and miles away from anywhere.­
I have to go now Mother, but please don't forget my prayer.
Well Mother there's just two of us now and Tom has been hit pretty bad.­
The other three left us just yesterday, But, I'm too cold, wet, and afraid to be sad.­
We buried them in the dead of night.­
Just a few words muttered on the sight.­
I'm afraid now Mother, you'll never get to read these last words I write.­
But don't shed a tear for me Mother, it was my choice to fight.­
I'll die knowing my death is the price of your freedom.­ 
Got to go now Mother Tom needs my help.
My hands are almost to cold to write now Mother,
but they are the only things I had to dig Toms grave.­
If I ever make it back Mother, what will they say. ­
Call me a hero or say that I'm brave.­ 
But what will they say of the ones that lie still.­
There praises will go unheard by there deafened ears. ­
I'm ready now Mother, ready for what the lord has prepared for me.­
My only fear now Mother is "who will bury me".
This poem was inspired by a letter written in 1963 by John Keith in the
jungles of Vietnam. ­ This poem is also dedicated to him and all he taught me.­
Rest in peace John may the devil be in your sights and God have your back.­
"Sra Roy J Hargrove"