Hardcover helmet, camouflage
To disguise and protect from enemy barrage
Uniform of deep green and just as worn
As comrades' weather-beaten faces forlorn
Humping supply pack and canteen
And a walking stick upon which to lean
Yet more than that he bore
In his being to the very core
The extinguished lives of the fallen
And the anguished cries of their kin
This through jungle and swampland he ferried
Eternal, these are the things he carried