Through the jungle and rice patties in a
distant land
Each walks with caution with weapons
in hand
They came here not knowing what war
would be like
But it will come quickly in their first
fire fight
The choppers fly low over tops
of trees
Looking for a place looking for
the L.Z.
Jumping from the choppers a few feet off
the ground
None will ever forget that terrifying
sound
It is certain young men's blood
will flow
They hear their leader say come on
lets go
Their hearts are beating fast their blood rushing
through their veins
Their weapons spewing death their lives
forever changed
The choppers return to get the living the dead
and the maimed
Dismounting from the choppers slowly each
one walks
They walk in silence no one wants
to talk
They board the plane and away from the war
they fly
They finished their tour of duty they seen their
friends die
Across this land the sound of taps will
continue to play
Across their flag draped caskets where their bodies
so still lay
The fruits of war are bitter it brings tears
to every eye
As the family of the fallen gather to tell their
loved ones good bye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem