Red Thunder
Two Thousand Club
I'm a bit late in posting it here, but I wrote this last week for Memorial Day. Enjoy!
- Red Thunder
He steps upon the dusty ground
His helmet head looks slowly down
And from behind comes loud the sound
The dreaded word of "March!"
Explosions rock the very air
Instilling fear in all those there
Oh, all he wants to do is stare
But sharp the order: "March!"
The G. I. runs for all he's worth
As if he's sprinting for his berth
His pack full heavy in its girth
And on his mind screams, "March!"
Embankment low, an earthen wall
To save him from an early fall
And so postpone the coffin's pall
And bearer's shout of "March!"
Unwillingly his troubled gaze
Looks back to try to pierce the haze
As he recalls the safer days
Before the beat of "March!"
Of easy life, of freedom's ring
Beneath the eagle's caring wing
A time when he would dance and sing
And playfully yell, "March!"
But now before his fearful eyes
Imposed on daylight's cloudy skies
He finds his reason, starts to rise
Fulfilling orders: March!
For as his predecessors fought
To keep his freedom thusly bought
He'd do the same as he was taught
Advance with call of "March!"
To ensure freedom covered those
Left far behind in homeland's rows
The bullets and the bitter woes
He'd face to ordered "March!"
Determination set in mind
To defend those he left behind
With rifle close, he jumps the blind
And screams a "Forward! March!"
But freedom's cost is high indeed
And only blood will grow its seed
To stem the flow of hate and greed
The ranks all called out, "March!"
And so, as with full many men
That stared into hell's awful den
He knew he'd do it all again
And brave the bullet, March!
His brothers near to see him die
It serves to them a battle cry
And stars and stripes wave from his sigh
His final breath of "March!"
- Red Thunder
He steps upon the dusty ground
His helmet head looks slowly down
And from behind comes loud the sound
The dreaded word of "March!"
Explosions rock the very air
Instilling fear in all those there
Oh, all he wants to do is stare
But sharp the order: "March!"
The G. I. runs for all he's worth
As if he's sprinting for his berth
His pack full heavy in its girth
And on his mind screams, "March!"
Embankment low, an earthen wall
To save him from an early fall
And so postpone the coffin's pall
And bearer's shout of "March!"
Unwillingly his troubled gaze
Looks back to try to pierce the haze
As he recalls the safer days
Before the beat of "March!"
Of easy life, of freedom's ring
Beneath the eagle's caring wing
A time when he would dance and sing
And playfully yell, "March!"
But now before his fearful eyes
Imposed on daylight's cloudy skies
He finds his reason, starts to rise
Fulfilling orders: March!
For as his predecessors fought
To keep his freedom thusly bought
He'd do the same as he was taught
Advance with call of "March!"
To ensure freedom covered those
Left far behind in homeland's rows
The bullets and the bitter woes
He'd face to ordered "March!"
Determination set in mind
To defend those he left behind
With rifle close, he jumps the blind
And screams a "Forward! March!"
But freedom's cost is high indeed
And only blood will grow its seed
To stem the flow of hate and greed
The ranks all called out, "March!"
And so, as with full many men
That stared into hell's awful den
He knew he'd do it all again
And brave the bullet, March!
His brothers near to see him die
It serves to them a battle cry
And stars and stripes wave from his sigh
His final breath of "March!"
