The Graybeards - Korean War Veterans Association
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<strong>The</strong> Poets’ Place...<br />
<strong>The</strong> Real Forgotten <strong>War</strong><br />
<strong>The</strong> guns of war are silent now<br />
Yet I can hear them still,<br />
I see the faces of the dead<br />
I guess I always will.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y say that time will ease the pain<br />
Can make a man forget<br />
Though almost fifty years have passed<br />
I see the carnage yet!<br />
Korea was so long ago<br />
Or was it yesterday?<br />
I hear the screams, in torturous dreams<br />
O let me wake I pray.<br />
<strong>The</strong> awful sounds of exploding rounds<br />
Still ring within my ears<br />
So many dead and dying<br />
Yet there’s no time for tears.<br />
Positions that are overrun<br />
With fighting hand to hand<br />
How many did I kill dear God?<br />
I pray you’ll understand.<br />
At last the fight is over<br />
<strong>The</strong> endless night is through<br />
We won our fight for Boomerang<br />
But those who lived were few.<br />
So when it’s time to judge us Lord<br />
And weigh just what we’re worth<br />
So many died, so few remember<br />
We served our hell on earth!<br />
Sfc Bob Barfield<br />
Co. F 7th Inf. Regt..3rd Div<br />
WHY DIDN’T I WAIT TO BE DRAFTED<br />
Why didn’t I wait to be drafted<br />
And be led to the train by a band<br />
And put in a claim for exemption,<br />
Oh! Why did I hold up my hand!<br />
Why didn’t I wall for the banquet<br />
Why didn’t I wait to be cheered<br />
For the drafted men get the credit<br />
While I only Volunteered.<br />
And nobody gave me a banquet<br />
And nobody said a kind word.<br />
<strong>The</strong> grind of the wheels of the engine<br />
Was the only goodbye I head.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n off to the camp I was hustled<br />
To be trained for the next half year<br />
and then in the shuffle forgotten,<br />
I was only a volunteer,<br />
And maybe some day in the future.<br />
When my little boy sits on my knee<br />
And asked what I did in the conflict<br />
and his little eyes took up to me,<br />
I will have to look back as I am blushing<br />
to the eyes that so trustingly peer<br />
and tell him I missed being drafted,<br />
I was only a volunteer.<br />
Given to Ray T. Smith, Jr. in 1942 by father<br />
Poems printed on this page are not excluded from use on back page.<br />
Who is a combat veteran?<br />
A young man who leaves his wife, mother or girlfriend behind.<br />
A young man who is will willing to put his life on the line for a country<br />
that he does not know and for people he has never met.<br />
A young man who sees his buddy getting shot and cries, wondering<br />
whether he may be the next to go.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n he comes home. Although he may have been wounded or a<br />
POW, back home no one acknowledges his heroism. No one seems to<br />
care.<br />
He is the man, when watching a parade, who cries when the<br />
American flag passes by. He knows that freedom is not free.<br />
He is the man that cries at night when he sees his buddy getting shot<br />
again and again.<br />
That is who a combat vet is.<br />
Do you know who he is? Ask your grandfather. It could be him.<br />
By John Valerio, <strong>Korean</strong> <strong>War</strong> Veteran, L Co. 23rd Reg. 2nd Div. MP<br />
A LETTER HOME<br />
“Dear Mom and Dad, the war is done<br />
My task is through,<br />
And, Mom, there is something<br />
I must ask of you.<br />
I have a friend, O such a friend,<br />
He has no home you see,<br />
And so, Mom, I would really like to<br />
Bring him home with me.”<br />
“Dear Son, we don’t mind<br />
If someone comes home with you.<br />
I am sure he could stay<br />
Perhaps a week or two.”<br />
“Dear Mom and Dad, there is<br />
Something you must know.<br />
Now please don’t be alarmed.<br />
My friend in battle was recently shot<br />
And now he has no arm.”<br />
“Dear Son, do not be afraid<br />
To bring him home with you<br />
Perhaps he could stay a day or two.”<br />
“Dear Mom and Dad, but Mom, he is<br />
Not just a friend.<br />
He is like a brother, too.<br />
That is why I want him home with us,<br />
And like a son to you.<br />
Before you give your answer, Mom,<br />
I really don’t want to beg,<br />
But my friend in battle was recently wounded,<br />
And also lost his leg.”<br />
“Dear Son, it hurts me so much to say,<br />
<strong>The</strong> answer must be no.<br />
For Dad and I have no time for a boy<br />
Who is crippled so.”<br />
So months went by and a letter came,<br />
It said their Son had died.<br />
When they read the cause of death,<br />
<strong>The</strong> shock was suicide.<br />
Days later when the casket came,<br />
Draped in the Nation’s flag,<br />
<strong>The</strong>y saw their Son lying there<br />
. . . without an arm<br />
. . . and without a leg.<br />
Author unknown<br />
At the time of this printing I have many more poems sent in by members and friends. I intend on printing them all. Some are hand written which<br />
will take some time putting into type. I am trying to print the oldest postmark first of those that are typed. <strong>The</strong> non-typed ones will be intermixed<br />
in order to not delay this and other issues. Please try to type all poems and articles if you can.—Editor.<br />
January/February, 2000 Page 47