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