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"