May 1941- battle of Crete
Mama said we should never neglect to remember old friends and pay proper
respect. “do the right thing she’d gravely reply;
For sleeping we go – unprepared we must
Die.”
Eternity beckons, her strong hands we’ll
Grasp; the cold clay as our blanket, ageless
Moonlight rolls past.
Psiloritis’ slopes filled by the faithful and
Few, who dared fight for freedom in all
They would do.
The stones o’rgrown with the shadows of
Past, loves’ passionate days now shattered,
Downcast.
Pay proper respect to this marvelous crew;
Their gentle tears cover these hills like
The dew.
Remember my son for the worthy and few;
Respect the brave cretans to whom it is
Due.
Theodore white -honolulu 2019
