BATAAN DEATH MARCH
"So you are dead....These easy words contain
No sense of loss, no sorrow, no despair.
Thus hunger, thirst, fatigue, combine to drain
All feeling from our hearts. The endless glare,
The brutal heat, anesthetize the mind.
I can not mourn you now. I lift my load,
The suffering column moves. I leave behind
Only another corpse, beside the road."
Lt. Henry G. Lee...A Soldier-Poet, who did not
survive his imprisonment.