GHOSTS OF SUSUIN BAY

  I watch as the sun rises over the marshes

I watch as you appear slowly out of the morning mists

Ground fog is thick and patchy, giving only a glimpse

Shapes in the fog and mist, silent shapes making no sounds

You wait in silent agony for you final end

Old and abandoned, your usefulness gone, you wait

What stories you could tell, what adventures you have had

Your Battle Ribbons and Citations give testament to your past

People pass you by as though you do not exist

Some stop to point and laugh, not knowing your story

How many wars have you fought, how many men did you give

Where were you, were you at Normandy, were you at Iwo Jima?

Where were you, please tell me, I want to know

Where were you, were you on Yankee Station, Were you on the

Mekong

How I wish you would talk, tell me your story before it's too

late.

I sit and watch you all thru the day, no sounds, no movements

The sun is setting now and the mists are returning

I watch as you slowly fade into the grey of twilight

How many more days of silent despair must you endure?

How many more days until you see your final sunset

How many will remember your deeds of valor and those that you

gave

How many will remember?? 

I will, I will remember you until my dying day. 

 becky © 2002