The Bravest Of Them All Poem by PAUL COLVIN

Camouflaged against the sand
The ten or twelve in this small band,
Were they afraid, afraid to die?
Young and brave, much more than I.
These ghosts of heroes fully clad
This soldier’s life was all they had,
Reunited now in death
They fell as one with their last breath.
Like chameleons, melt into the land
Their guns held loosely, in their hand
Ashen faces, almost white
They disappear into the night.
They walk a sleepy silent pace
With shifting grace, they leave no trace,
In their thoughts and faces, pain
Their deaths relived, again, again.
Did they win or did they fail
How can you dodge this metal hail?
But yet all deaths must be avenged
So let the foe be challenged!