He looked up and saw her face..
The smell of battle...all around the place.
She held his hand, talked softly and tended his wounds,
Knowing as he did, he'd be home soon.
He didn't really know what he was dying
He just couldn't understand this crazy war.
But a thought kept going through his head,
Will anybody remember me after I'm Dead?
Then, years later, as he gazed down
There she was again! That face so full of love.
She was touching this huge black Wall?
Touching something on it..touching it overall!
He looked more closely, My God! can
She's touching my name! Remembering Me!
She's remembering, remembering even me.
She's remembering...even me.
by...Mary M. Brokaw