K I A - John, Joe 2 Poem by Hell 'Farya

Up the front you ran,
The best sight you got,
Fire in all holes,
Sixth regiment that month,
Your chest was stone hard.

Begged, bagged and bruised,
Hurled to see across the seas.

The scrawny one,
Terror within the camp,
A shot he never missed,
A step back you refused,
That vicinity you were last seen.

Aggrevated and aroused from aloof,
Horses chewed and spewed curses.

...dear John, Joe.
You were never known,
A race you ran till the end,
But you were you;
One tear shedding bastard.

Dear John, Joe.
The fire in action you claimed to be,
Truth is; You was burning yourself.