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| THE BEGINNING
Written and submitted by Maj. Paul Sanders, Sgt. Gorden Greene and PFC Frank Gross When sunlight warms the statue, casting shadows to the ground Can it cast the frozen fury, that these gallant men once found See the courage in their faces, see the pride which understood Their faith in one another, that forged a chain of brotherhood In bronze and granite marble, see how strong how proud they stand In their honor and their glory, with a brotherhood of man The ones who died at Chosin, did not give their lives in vain God took them from that frozen hell, and blessed them in His name Men who died in all the battles, from Pusan to Pork Chop Hill Call from the grave, remember us, as this statue says we will Our missing brothers call us, from some prison grim and drear Remember our misfortune, we answer, never fear Their cause is not forgotten, for we surviving mortal men Place this wreath and pray a prayer, that the sword wont rise again When moonlight paints the statue, with a gleaming silver beam Will the spirits of the ones who died, enhance this noble scene We ask our God for guidance, as we stand in silent prayer Our tears say that we miss them, as this statue says we care So blow the bugle softly, let its lonely echo sound Let the music and our memories, dedicate this hallowed ground. |
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| The picture is of my Dad.. |
