My last straw of hope Is blowing in the wind
The sting of battle Is beginning to sink in
I pray into the emptiness of a clear blue sky
The sounds of Reveille and Retreat enters my mind
The Red White and Blue the Stars and Stripes
A final salute the quietness of the evening sky
Will be my last straw of hope until I die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem