Earl R. Watkins II
We stood upon the ridge that day.
We’re Heroes is what they say.
No matter what I say or do.
The men we lost included you.
You where my pal, my boy, my friend,
but home in a box your body we’ll send.
You’re the hero who deserves this award,
when it came time to die you weren’t a coward.
It’s men and boys like you who died,
so others could protest with foolish pride.
We held our gun and lives in hand
and faced the enemy as a fearless band.
To kill one of ours may not be a sin,
don’t mean we can’t chase you till the end.
It’s not considered too manly to cry,
but why did my friend have to die.
We planted the flag and stood our ground
And got them back, anyone we found.
They lived in holes under grass
I swore for him I’d kick some ass.
He died so we could take that hill.
But of beer he couldn’t drink his fill.
The land he loved and fought for,
filled him with pride of which he bore
You see the joys that we bring.
You can get a wife and buy a ring.
But when you see that freedom’s true
Just remember the Heroes who died for YOU.
©Copyright 2004 by Earl R. Watkins II