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The Valley of Sorrows

The Valley of Sorrows
The Que Son Valley was like no other
Took your sons took your brothers
Stole your dreams ruined lives
Made widows out of wives.
For all who walked away they live within it every day
Smell the hedgerows dig the holes
Cross the river that flowed
Still see the blood on their clothes
Hear the mortars and incoming rounds
Watch the choppers hit the ground
Watch as they fly away
Early morning here we stay
Memories that do not fade
The Que Son Valley was an early grave.

 

About the Author

L. Ericson

The author was a 18-year-old USMC combat engineer attached to the 3rd Battalion 5th Marine regiment. As such he participated in countless patrols, sweeps and eight Battalion-size operations. To each and all who answered the call he holds a resounding respect and debt of gratitude. WELCOME HOME.