FROM A FOX HOLE ON IWO
At last it's quiet on Iwo,
At last the battle is won,
And we who are left
Say a prayer of thanks,
Because our job is done.
In the shadows of Mount Suribachi,
Where crosses mark our dead,
We read the names of our buddies,
And stand with bended head.
We recall good times together and
The sacrifices shared,
But we can't see why they had to
While the rest of us were spared.
So we say to you, and truly,
Our hearts are filled with pain,
But we know some distant day,
We all shall meet again.
And if one should ask me how I know,
I would just reply,
We all met God on Iwo,
Not just those who had to die.
So to their loved ones back home
Hold up your head with pride,
For they are all true heroes,
These men who fought and died.
And to all mankind throughout our
Let's not forget their pain,
This time let's build a lasting
So their death will not be in vain.
Friend of Howard Egan