I picked up the phone about eight tonight
and the voice I heard brought to life
those cold nights in North Korea
After all these years it seemed like we
were back in that barracks in Pyongyang
shivering and waiting for dawn
A summer on the Naktong in South Korea
had brought us in time to this stone building
in the capital of North Korea
We were looking forward to victory and Xmas
back in Japan after this adventure
but the Chinese in Manchuria
had other plans in mind that night
and we paid the price as soldiers
in the pay of our republic
He talked of his kids, grown now,
and on their own. I bragged a bit
about a son and daughter
making their way in a world
full of opportunity and joy
a far cry from death on Xmas Eve!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem