Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link	03-November 23:23:01 AEST

Menu

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Submit Poetry

· Least Read Poems

· Members Listing

· Old Site Post 2001

· Old Site Pre 2001

· Poetry Archive

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

· Stories (NEW ! )

· Submit Story

· Story Topics

· Stories Archive

· Story Search

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Members Journals

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

· Special Section

· Premium Poems

· Premium Submit

· Premium Search

· Premium Archive

· Premium Topics

Fun & Games

· Jokes

· Bubble Puzzle

· Cross Word Easy

· Word Hunt

Reference

· Dictionary (Rhyming)

· Site Updates

· Special Content

Search

Top

Help This Site

· Donations

Others

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

THE HILL CALLED

Contributed by robert_edgar_burns on Wednesday, 13th August 2003 @ 12:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic: war

Hamburger Hill was just a name.
A terrible place for a political game.
It didn’t mean nothin’’ to the men in suits
Just how much blood dripped on our boots.

Survival was always first on our minds,
But none of us thought we would.
And though we all were “Airborne,”
Our odds weren’t very good.

Eleven times in ten days,
We attempted that climb in May.
In the steamy Ashua Valley,
Where flesh did burn all day.

Go into a deli if you would like to see
The ambiance that war can be.
With no refrigeration in the sloppy mud.
Just the putrid color and smell when mixed with blood.

Finally we made it,
Right up to the top.
With pieces of our buddies,
Clinging to our clothes like slop.

Then there was the carbon and smoke from many shells.
I really can’t be certain, but it seemed much worse than hell.
On Hill 937, for ten days we were bare.
And when the battle ended, we simply marched away from there.

Copyright Â© robert_edgar_burns ... [ 2003-08-13 12:05:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

Re: THE HILL CALLED (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Thursday, 18th November 2010 @ 10:49:02 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

I watched this movie sometime or other after I read this write, no doubt it was hell.
I could never imagine such blood and gore. Thank God you made it out with your life.
big huggs,
emy

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. Â©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright Â© to their submitter. All the rest Copyright Â© 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com