KOREA 1 1952

The sun is hot it burns you black.
Your body drips with sweat.
You break your back to pitch a tent.
Your clothes are dripping wet.

The patients come they fill the wards.
They are carried to the knife.
The screams you hear can turn you gray.
As they fight so hard for life.

Each day they come in a steady stream.
You battle for their lives.
So you won’t send a body bag home.
To their sweethearts and their wives.

                                      L. Austin
                                      1952