A paratrooper's poem....
Corporal David J. Phillips
Date: After the war
Location: Home
Unit: G Company, 506th PIR, 101st

The Unnamed
We have only died in vain if you believe so
you must decide the wisdom of our choice
by the world that you will build upon our headstones
and the everlasting truths that have your voice.

Though dead, we are not heroes yet nor can be
'til the living by their lives that are the tools
carve us the epitaphs of wise men
and give us not the epitaphs of fools.

Spring has come and hates the war,
the dead on her green meadows,
blood on grass.
She mocks the day with sunlit skies and songbirds
and haunts the night
with whispers and the moon.
War's better on the cold days
the lifeless black and gray of winter woods,
the fields in frozen slumber,
matching well the moods of Mars.
But Spring has come and hates the war
she's ripped the snowy blankets from the graves
and danced upon the ground
where dead men sleep.

Personal Photographs

Shoulderpatch of the 101st Airborne

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