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| Written by Bernard C. Neel, "A" Co, 35th Inf Regt. (Korea 51-52)
A COLD KOREAN NIGHT The night is long and oh so cold, I'm 17 but feel so old. The eyes they burn, the body does hurt, But the Captain said to stay alert. We know they will come, we don't know when, But come they will and come again. The horns will blow and they will yell, It's like being at the gates of hell. It's almost dawn, the eyes play tricks, Did something move, the safety clicks. Then you know that this is it, The firing starts and someone's hit. We open up with all we've got at the enemy below, But their horns just continue to blow. Wave after wave they come up the hill, We fire and fie and the blood does spill. Now they are running, leaving their dead behind, The number of bodies boggles the mind. "How many were there?" someone said. We don't know but see their dead. Medics run from hole to hole, They got Tom, Sam and Noel. Others are wounded, some real bad. But nothing like the enemy had. It's quiet now, we settle down, We curse the cold and frozen ground. The order comes down to get some rest, Our Captain is proud, we did our best. This battle is over, we have won the fight. But they will be back in the dark of night. Who will die then, will it be me? All we can do is wait and see. If it is I let me die brave. Bury me not in a coward's grave. God keep us in the palm of your hand, Till we leave this frozen land. |
