WHY?

I just sat there staring In the fox hole that we shared We dug it out last night In the dark with vision impaired Mike, Joe and I wondered If the enemy was anywhere near We had lost our way in the mountains After being cut off from the rear I decided to scout around They told me to watch out for my head And when I squirmed back to the Hole Only to find my two friends dead I had not heard a sound And I must say I was scared But to think that my scouting venture Had to do with my life being spared I began to lift their heads While holding back a tear Only to see their heads fall back Necks cut from ear to ear Then the morning exploded around me As I stayed with my friends on the ground I listened to the bombs that were falling And I recognized their familiar sound After two more hours in the foxhole I was pulled out and still stared Trying to understand this happening And Why was it I that was spared. Michael Christopher Daly April 18, 2008