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Sitting here in my comfort
Waiting for the 6 o’clock news
My mind floats back to another time
In a distant land called Europe
That had once been just
A fixture on a map
I fought with Southerners, Northerners
And ranchers out West
I remember
I remember it well
I remember the bullets whizzing
Seeming to call my name
I remember the artillery shells exploding
Telling me death was the Master
I remember
I remember it well
I remember the mud
That seemed to swallow vehicles
For its nourishment
I remember
I remember it well
Now I am old and gray
With a gait that is not steady
But,
I remember
I remember it well

(Photo courtesy of Best Defense Foundation)