(By Arnold A.Muniz)
Forgotten fields of dirt and snow,
Of lands so far away,
Where mountain winds still chilly blow,
And only chance holds death at bay.
Forgotten hell across the sea,
That land of snow and mud,
It lives today in memory,
In graves unmarked except by blood.
Forgotten graves, forgotten land,
Where MIA's in glory rest,
Remembered only by kin or clan,
And fellow warriors home at last.
Forgotten by a country inclined,
To put the war away,
No marching band, no welcome sign,
No thank you sir, just go your way.
Away on foreign fields they sleep,
Perhaps by mountain plot,
Remembered just by those who weep,
By kin, by veterans, and God.