By Tom King
They lay in the muck on Flanders field.
Lord Kitchener had said,
“Your country needs you!”
To stand and face the machine guns
They charged the guns at Breed’s Hill
General Gage had said the rebels would run
When faced with “real” troops.
They were mere farmers and woodsmen after
all.
They charged up the Valley of Death
The Light Brigade, all 600 horse
Lord Cardigan at their head,
Because someone gave the wrong order.
They slept in their camps at San Jacinto
For Presidente’ Antonio de Padua María Severino
López
de Santa Anna y Pérez de Lebrón, the Napoleon of the West
Said
the Texans were cowards.
They
crossed that horrific field at Gettysburg
Because
General Robert E. Lee
Told
them they could not lose.
And
they believed.
They
sailed boldly up the English Channel
King
Philip called them
The
greatest armada in history.
Even
God could not defeat them.
They
rode in columns down upon the British lines
Napoleon
told them they were invincible.
That
they would drive Wellington from the field
Before
the Prussians came.
They
lay in pitiful charred heaps along the streets
And
in the parks and battered buildings at Hiroshima
The
Emperor had said they were a Divine Wind
That
would sweep the barbarians before them.
They
picked among the ruins at Dresden
Looking
for keepsakes and lost children
Der
Fuehrer had said the Reich
Would
last a thousand years.
They slogged through the jungles at
Dak-To
The orders came from the Oval Office
Johnson said the dominoes would fall
If they did not stand and fight.
They staggered toward their enemies
And surrendered to helicopters
Saddam had told them it would be
The Mother of All Battles
We fling ourselves upon battlements
And die by thousands in the dirt
At the word of the Earth’s Great Men
May God deliver us from them.
(c) April 3, 2013, Carriage House, Puyallup, WA