My father fought to keep this country free --
A priceless legacy he left for me.
He sacrificed his dreams, years of his life
To leave America in liberty.
Twice he endured the harsh and bitter strife --
Japan, Korea... fields awash in gore,
Maggot-infested corpses, stench of death.
He braved it all, the bitter spoils of war,
The nightmare marches, gasping out for breath,
Loosing dear comrades in each bloody fight
Mid groans and screams that went on endlessly.
Shall I forget my father's darkest nights?
His courage as he fought to keep us free?
The priceless legacy he left for me?
William A. Darden - My Father Remembered
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