On Top Of Old Balde Poem by Andy J Hale

On top of old Balde all covered in blood
There lies a poor soldier laying in the mud
His clouths were all ragged
His clouths were soaked with blood
His hands they were num as he Groupe his M-1
His feet they were bare, no shoe did he ware
His eyes were half closed as he fought off the cold
His head it was bare, thus what more could he bare
He looked at his buddy and to him this he said,
'Look up there my buddy, look up and see,
That big Red, White, and Blue a flying there free.
And this we must see men fight for her and die for her
Till the last man is free,
So sleep well my buddy for tomorrow we fight
For the Red, White, and Blue
And all that is right

Written in a foxhole in Italy during World War II by my grandfather, Marion Francis Hall.