Author: Joseph H.Reynolds, USMC D/2/7
One bitter night near
Koto-Ri,
I captured one of the enemy.
He read my eyes and knew the deal,
He knew at once I had to kill.
In broken English, he made request,
To see the picture in his vest.
I nodded "Yes" above battle noise,
And stared with him at wife and boys.
"Go!" I screamed. "Get out of here!"
He turned and ran and disappeared.
Oft I've wondered if he made it home,
Or is he buried in Korea's loam?
Did he ever again his family see?
But I've wondered most,
Were roles reversed,
How he would have treated me