To all a memory,
OF the fallen Heroes
Once they are forgotten
Fallen upon a foreign land
Fighting for a cause
Which no one was sure
Will we remember them?
God has blessed America
Since then he has no longer
It was imbued to our trust
To wipe away all of the tears
The bloodstains still remain
As crimson as the tide
Peleliu, Okinawa, and Iwo Jima
Places and names so strange
As long as man remains
They will fight amongst themselves
For I will be right there
To carry their lifeless home
Why Am I afraid to write?
For fear of being called insane?
If man had more compassion
An understanding would ensue
Not until that time comes about
There will always be.
War,……and Memorial.