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For:Sp/5 Harry Schudler
2/47th Mech. Inf. Bn, 9th Inf. Div.
KIA 17 September 1970
Near Camp Bearcat RSVN
From:Doc
Remember
I've fought, I've killed, 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. Cold. And alone. 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
Remem...remember...
©Harold Keim "Doc"
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