Mervale Jones


The hike from Chosin, 70 miles on ice and snow.
Temperature reading 40 below.
With frostbitten hands and frozen feet.
Nothing to eat, no time to sleep.
Will we make it, only God knows.
Dead lay all around, sniper fire from the high ground.
Ammo gone, trucks can not go.
On we tread through the snow.
Through the day and through the night.
Oh my God, another firefight.
They say the water is just around the bend.
Only one more night to spend,
I see the water, I see the ships.
I say a prayer through frozen lips.
And thank God for letting me finish this trip.

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