“I served my country fifty years ago
At Normandy, and many of us died,
But we were able to turn back the foe
And drive him out of Europe, vilified;
The Nazi threat, though I've heard said today
That what we did was not worth fighting for,
Or dying for—so to these sayers say,
Just wait until the threat is at your door.
My son was killed in battle after me,
Hamburger Hill, that ground him up like meat,
His name is on the wall, for all to see,
With all the other names that war did eat.
I lost great many buddies, and a son,
Who heard ‘the rapid rifle's orison.’”