Charles Hancock


Yesterday's Hero


He is yesterday's hero
Enlisted to save the French
Got gassed fighting from a trench

He is yesterday's hero
Shot down over Berlin
Spent the war in a POW pen

He is yesterday's hero
Had his first and only kill
At the Battle of Pork Chop Hill

He is yesterday's hero
Died at the hands of the Viet Cong
Think of him when I hear that folksong

He is yesterday's hero
Owes his life to armor plate
During the liberation of Kuwait

He is yesterday's hero
Fires his 50 from the mountain top
And watches another Taliban drop

He is yesterday's hero
Doesn't sing on TV or play ball
But for America, he gave his all

Submitted: Friday, May 09, 2014
Edited: Friday, May 09, 2014

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