A GI'S THOUGHTS
I was walking my post on a Korean night,
The wind was cold and the area quiet,
I was thinking of home and the loved ones there;
Over here friend, those thoughts aren't rare.
Of the end of my tour and the time of return,
And the things back home, for which I yearn.
I could see the flash of the guns in the sky,
And I prayed for those, who tonight would die
For a cause and belief that they knew was just,
Secure in their faith, for in God is our trust;
Dying for freedom and a sincere peace,
Praying for the day when hostilities cease.
They were young boys, doing an old mans' work,
Guarding our freedoms from the evils that lurk
In the thoughts and teachings of the tyrant race,
For the rest of the world setting the pace,
In the race for freedom and a lasting peace;
Communism and all its fears must cease.
These things I thought as I walked my post,
And it seemed to me I could see the host
Of men who'd died in freedom's fight
Being joined by those who passed on tonight.
As I walked with God, a prayer I said,
"Peace for the living, and rest for the dead".