Author: Dean E.Witty, USMC 1/11
found him in a drift of ice and snow,
With rigid limbs, stilled heart, and ashen face;
The earthly light snuffed out by Thor's swift blow;
With God, the inner light had found its place.
knew him well, a warrior true and brave,
This well-earned rest, to follow years of strife,
Was just reward to one who humbly gave,
So much for God and man ... his very life!
wife he had who'd followed him for years,
To every camp he'd served in, good and bad.
A note to her we found, a source of tears;
We pictured her in grief, in mourning clad.
wrong we were to think this mate would grieve,
And waste her tears. The note bared it all; it told,
Us how her heart would speak, "He'd have to leave,
Someday; no time for wails, he'd want me bold."
dear," he'd said, "When you see this, you'll know,
I've gone to join the others of my fate;
'Twas always thus, I went before to show,
Myself a worthy man for you, my mate.
both are old, we've shared much joy, and now,
The best is soon to come! You've much to do;
No time to waste. I know for sure, somehow,
This NEW COMMAND will save a place for you.
packed before, you know our wants, our needs.
They said up here our pack is light; I deem,
That on THIS BASE the Roster's ranked from deeds,
Performed on earth. I've found a HOME SUPREME!
worked for years. for God and man, to earn,
This rank. We have a flghter's right to boast.
I've penned this note in hopes you'd learn,
I'll wait for you at this, our FINAL POST."
(Written in honor of a comrade frozen in the snow of Chosin.)