Jun 212015
MY LONGEST DAY
Do not call me hero,
When you see the medals that I wear,
Medals maketh not the hero,
They just prove that I was there.
Do not call me hero,
Now that I am old and grey,
I left a lad, returned a man,
They stole my youth that day.
Do not call me hero,
When we ran the wall of hail,
The blood, the fears, the cries, the tears
We left them where they fell.
Do not call me hero,
Each night I stop and pray,
For all the friends I knew and lost,
I survived my longest day.
Do not call me hero,
In the years that pass,
For all the real true heroes,
Have crosses, lined up on the grass.
Author Rob Aitchison