My body fell at Bunker Hill, at Concord and Lexington
Again in 1812 at Washington and Bladensburg
At Shiloh, Vicksburg, Gettysburg and Manassas
I stood in harm’s way

I have a white marker in the Agonne
And at Chateau-Thierry and on the banks of the Marne
We lie in rows at Normandy, Luzon, Iwo Jima and North Africa
At peace today, our last vision was war

At Pusan, Inchon and Pork Chop Hill
I stood with comrades until I fell
And the cold of winter froze my corpse
I never asked why

I was at Khe Sahn, Ia Drang, and the Mekong
And now my name appears on a long
Slab of black granite
It is one of Fifty-Eight Thousand Two Hundred Thirty-Five

I fell in Bosnia, Serbia
And places you never heard of
In Iraq I felt the sting of desert sand twice
And knew again the ultimate sacrifice

Do you remember me
My name is Jones, O’Neal, Hernandez, Cloud, and Stein
I answered every call to duty with honor
And now my monument is the grave

It was not for glory that I served
Duty called
I gave it all
Pause today and remember.

Bibb Underwood
May 31, 2003