In the still of the night I heard the wail of shells as they passed in the night.

In the still of the night I heard the distant rumble as they fell to earth.

In the still of the night I could see the lighting flashes of falling shells.

In the still of the night I could feel the earth screaming in pain under my feet.

In the still of the night I could feel the cries of young boys as they died.

In the still of the night I felt my heart die a little for those young boys.

In the still of the night I knew that those boys would not see daylight again.

In the still of the night one lonely tear ran down my cheek for each of those young boys.

Apr 24,00 – by Guy L. Jones, Vietnam Vet, 1968-1969.