07-26-2005, 10:30 PM
Etched in an old soldier's memory,
Are the faces of comrades he knew.
Faces reflecting the terror and suffering,
The exhaustion of endless battles,
And the Courage to see them through.
Those long gone faces
Haunt the old soldiers memory.
And yet they sustain him too,
They're reminders of the price of freedom
To we the remaining few.
Verse by Russ Cloer 3_7_I_Recon
Drawing by Dick Merrill, 7th Div. Korea