Private Hice

Private Hice

Machine Guns aer tattoeing a staccato revenge,
The Hillside is between us and retreat.
Someone has to draw they fire again.
Where oh where is our heroe.
Private Hice is in the trenches.
Sir,I knoe that he will go,
there is NO fear in Him.
Up the Hill I went.
Leaning into bullets,
taking as many as I can.
So the men can leave behind me.
That is the U.S. Army.
They must live to fight another day.
That is life in the big city.