For:Sp/5 Harry Schudler
2/47th Mech. Inf. Bn, 9th Inf. Div.
KIA 17 September 1970
Near Camp Bearcat RSVN
I've done my best,
But now a crimson tide ebbs from my chest
To wet the grass and stain the ground
While stinging flies swarm all around
And man-made hell tears at the sky
Heedlessly,while I lay and die.
Half a world away from home.
Oh God.THE PAIN! THE PAIN! THE PAIN!
Twists my body,sears my brain.
Gasping breath through gnashing teeth,
The hand I long to hold
Is out of reach.
Now the loneliness,the chaos,the pain
All begin to fade,
And I find-to my surprise
That I am not afraid.
Now the darkness geathers.
I can no longer see.
My God.My country
©Harold Keim "Doc"