sfc_darrel
05-24-2002, 06:53 PM
On Roberts Ridge
I don't know if red poppies grow
On Kharwar Mountains high or low,
But on a distant peak there lies
A modern Flanders Field.
One man battled from the ground,
While helicopters gathered 'round,
Whose crewmates' mission was defined:
We don't leave our soldiers behind
On any foreign field.
Bullets flew and seven fell dead.
For all who gave let this be said:
From Flanders Fields to Roberts Ridge,
By peaks and valleys, beach and bridge,
The blood of heroes has been shed
So we might live our lives instead
And humbly reap the gains
Of freedom's yield.
Michelle Malkin, 2002
http://www.newsmax.com/archives/articles/2002/5/24/170210.shtml
I don't know if red poppies grow
On Kharwar Mountains high or low,
But on a distant peak there lies
A modern Flanders Field.
One man battled from the ground,
While helicopters gathered 'round,
Whose crewmates' mission was defined:
We don't leave our soldiers behind
On any foreign field.
Bullets flew and seven fell dead.
For all who gave let this be said:
From Flanders Fields to Roberts Ridge,
By peaks and valleys, beach and bridge,
The blood of heroes has been shed
So we might live our lives instead
And humbly reap the gains
Of freedom's yield.
Michelle Malkin, 2002
http://www.newsmax.com/archives/articles/2002/5/24/170210.shtml