Poem by my daughter for her class:
Victoria Vigilante
WWII Memoir
The Raising of the Flag on Iwo Jima
We fought those bloody days with honor and fear
I killed many men, without one tear
The amount of death, I could not measure
Not able to panic when under pressure
Without one thought I fired my gun
Target was hit, now I'm up one
I moved to the next, waiting to kill
I shot again, now I feel ill
The days grew long with treacherous weather
I think about home, and that is my treasure
Maggots filled my muddy boots, eating away
I fear to move on, but cannot stay
For if I stay I will be slaughtered
Not now, not today,
I must stay strong for my baby daughter
Blown to smithereens were my brethren beside me
Those gory days, a sight unseen
I carried myself barbaric and combative
One look at me and I ain't no innocent
My soul now drenched in poor men's blood
Just another thought lost in that mud
I see my buddy lying dead,
Unwanted emotions flood my head
Feelings now dulled, and blood pressure high,
No not now, it's not my time to die
Called across that Jap land, the news had hit
We secured this land, them Jap's had quit
My four brother's and I grasped that proud flag
Oh how proud it was
But those Jap's were not through
Oh my lord it became a zoo
America fought with every ounce of strength
I crossed that field, what great length
My job is done I've been called back
I am not done I promise that
I am a Marine, and damn proud of that
Victoria Vigilante
WWII Memoir
The Raising of the Flag on Iwo Jima
We fought those bloody days with honor and fear
I killed many men, without one tear
The amount of death, I could not measure
Not able to panic when under pressure
Without one thought I fired my gun
Target was hit, now I'm up one
I moved to the next, waiting to kill
I shot again, now I feel ill
The days grew long with treacherous weather
I think about home, and that is my treasure
Maggots filled my muddy boots, eating away
I fear to move on, but cannot stay
For if I stay I will be slaughtered
Not now, not today,
I must stay strong for my baby daughter
Blown to smithereens were my brethren beside me
Those gory days, a sight unseen
I carried myself barbaric and combative
One look at me and I ain't no innocent
My soul now drenched in poor men's blood
Just another thought lost in that mud
I see my buddy lying dead,
Unwanted emotions flood my head
Feelings now dulled, and blood pressure high,
No not now, it's not my time to die
Called across that Jap land, the news had hit
We secured this land, them Jap's had quit
My four brother's and I grasped that proud flag
Oh how proud it was
But those Jap's were not through
Oh my lord it became a zoo
America fought with every ounce of strength
I crossed that field, what great length
My job is done I've been called back
I am not done I promise that
I am a Marine, and damn proud of that
Tell your daughter that was a very awesome tribute!
