The Prisoner of War and all he experienced,
should not become a forgotten lament.
A saga of courage, a litany of regret,
horrendously inventive with intentional neglect.
A prisoners harsh environment, a captors contempt,
chronicled by pain and stubborn resistance.
Dispatched by America but a politicians pawn,
his country a debacle of political wrong.
Each day a fish head and pumpkin stew,
an existence of monotony endurable by few.
A honorable man who answered the call,
now tortured daily seemingly abandoned by all.
Bravery and courage are his daily bread,
each day he faces life with an upraised head.
How would I accept such a consigned fate,
could my spirit withstand such insatiable hate?
For twenty years I taught our pilots how to survive the most horrible of experiences. Some came back and shook my hand. This poem reminds us all of the terrible torture they endured, the hardships of disease and the daily murder they suffered.
Written January 5th, 2004