Charles Schwiderski

I’M SORRY, MY FRIENDS

They cry for their children, they cry for their wives
They cry from the pain and plead, “I don’t want to die”
Why do I dream these same dreams nearly every night
Dreams of terrible death and loss of good friends
Friends of a different race, from a different land
But friends based on trust and tried understanding
My friends, I’m so sorry I couldn’t do more
I tried so very had but couldn’t seem to do enough
The guilt of your deaths tromps on my soul
I would gladly have given my life for yours in return
But now there is only memories and pain
I cherish our time, the respect on your faces
The laugh of your children and the smiles of your wives
I’m sorry my friends.