Bastogne

This is in rememberance of the Battle of the Bulge; for the heroes there who fought so bravely.

Bastogne

 

Two enemies there were; one heartless, the other moving

The cruel cold of winter..mindless, unchanging, silent

The mobile soldiers in the forest watching

As a wolf, ready to kill.

Flares aloft, locations revealing

The holes where the soldiers lay.

Mammoth explosions, pregnant with fire.

As the warrior lights comfort with a trembling hand.

Your brother now, the next moment dead.

The ammo low and sustenance rare.

The feeling gone, the movement too

Too brave for tears, too cold for fear

Where was the love of God at Bastogne?

No comfort there, only misery

They fought for us, they fought for life

Love was their band of brothers.

Steve