Read whatever you want in the following. Maybe I regret a misspent youth? The story of Marines never leaving their dead on the field is belied by any Marine who has been in a real fight. When I read this poem (and I am addicted to poetry) I think of Frank Mitchell and John Johnson, both old and dear friends of mine. Both were awarded MOHs for the fight at Yu Dam Ni at the northwest corner of the Chosen Reservoir. I also wonder what version of North Korean Peterkin is rolling their skulls around since neither of their bodies was extracted for burial. I was personally responsible for leaving the bodies of fourteen Marines, includiing that of my best friend, atop the 342 massif at Ching Dong Ni. I wasn't going to jeopardize a live 1`Marine to recover a deal one. Is my PTSD kicking in. You be the judge. SF Sully

The Battle of Blenheim

By Robert Southey

It was a summer evening,
Old Kaspar's work was done,
And he before his cottage door
Was sitting in the sun,
And by him sported on the green
His little grandchild Wilhelmine.

She saw her brother Peterkin
Roll something large and round,
Which he beside the rivulet
In playing there had found;
He came to ask what he had found,
That was so large, and smooth, and round.

Old Kaspar took it from the boy,
Who stood expectant by;
And then the old man shook his head,
And, with a natural sigh,
"'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he,
"Who fell in the great victory.

"I find them in the garden,
For there's many here about;
And often when I go to plough,
The ploughshare turns them out!
For many thousand men," said he,
"Were slain in that great victory."

"Now tell us what 'twas all about,"
Young Peterkin, he cries;
And little Wilhelmine looks up
With wonder-waiting eyes;
"Now tell us all about the war,
And what they fought each other for."

"It was the English," Kaspar cried,
"Who put the French to rout;
But what they fought each other for,
I could not well make out;
But everybody said," quoth he,
"That 'twas a famous victory.

"My father lived at Blenheim then,
Yon little stream hard by;
They burnt his dwelling to the ground,
And he was forced to fly;
So with his wife and child he fled,
Nor had he where to rest his head.

"With fire and sword the country round
Was wasted far and wide,
And many a childing mother then,
And new-born baby died;
But things like that, you know, must be
At every famous victory.

"They say it was a shocking sight
After the field was won;
For many thousand bodies here
Lay rotting in the sun;
But things like that, you know, must be
After a famous victory.

"Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won,
And our good Prince Eugene."
"Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!"
Said little Wilhelmine.
"Nay... nay... my little girl," quoth he,
"It was a famous victory.

"And everybody praised the Duke
Who this great fight did win."
"But what good came of it at last?"
Quoth little Peterkin.
"Why that I cannot tell," said he,
"But 'twas a famous victory."

Robert Southey

You will notice corrections have been penciled into the preceding document. My beloved wife, Mary Jane, was a Godsend in many ways.

Her ability to proof read has helped me numerous times in the 61+ years we were married. I could not bring myself to remove her edits from this article.

She was a great lady and is sorely missed.