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Humble Valor

Survivors Guilt

By Earl W. PearlPublished 4 months ago Updated 4 months ago 1 min read

I converted in my foxhole, I had shrapnel in my vest

Men were bleeding, some were screaming, I went searching, tho hard pressed

Now they say that I’m a hero, saved the wounded and distressed

Dragging soldiers back to safety, to the medics, ten abreast

Earned a medal for my neck and many more meant for my chest

I don’t feel that I’m a hero, I just simply did my best

I still walk among the living so I’m grateful I’ve been blessed

The true heroes never made it, just remembered, may they rest

Gratitude

About the Creator

Earl W. Pearl

I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.

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