Poem by Marvin Levin
ON GUADALCANAL THEY LEARNED TO FIGHT
IN STEAMING JUNGLES AS DARK AS NIGHT
ON IWO YOUNG MEN DIED IN PAIN
CLINGING TO THE HOPE IT WAS NOT IN VAIN
ON OMAHA BEACH THE WATER RAN RED
WITH THE BLOOD OF OUR YOUTH
BOTH THE HURT AND THE DEAD
KOREA WAS THE UNDECLARED WAR
BUT NOT TO THE MEN WHO WALLOWED IN GORE
AND NOW WE COME TO THE PLACE WE CALLED NAM
OUR LEADERS PUT US IN A TERRIBLE JAM
FIFTY THOUSAND DIED IN VAIN
AND OUR COUNTRIES MORALE WAS CLOAKED IN PAIN
SO ON AND ON THE STORY UNFOLDS
WITH THE TALES OF OUR YOUTH
BOTH THE BRAVE AND THE BOLD
THEY NOW DO THEIR DUTY IN FAR AWAY LANDS
IN THE HEAT OF THE DESERT AND RUGGED AFGHANISTAN
THEY FOLLOW THE PATH OF THEIR FATHERS BEFORE
AND ONCE MORE WE PRAY, NO MORE WAR
Note from author:
I was asked to write a military poem for a Navy league publication, they liked it and published it.
RESPECTFULLY SUBMITTED
MARVIN LEVIN
WORLD WAR TWO VETERAN
HONORABLE MEMBER OF THE GREATEST GENERATION
MARVINJAYTON@AOL.COM
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