By: Ardis E. Parshall - April 27, 2017 Comrades By 2nd Lieut. Riki Smith The air was filled with madness,As up the hill we strove,Their bullets traced their downward path,Even in the olive grove. Fate picked out her victimsEre higher ground was gained;The unsung S.G.’s stayed behindWhile lead and shrapnel rained. At last the grade was conquer’d.But things were still quite grim;His tanks were there to greet us,So backward came we to t...
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