Saying Goodbye Poem by Jean Meyer

Deep in the jungle
from high above
Comes the roar of thunder
From the enemies gun.

I hunker down
And cover my head
Praying to God
For the men I've led.

I sit in my foxhole
Late at night
Holding a young soldier
Oh so tight.

I lie and when I tell him
It will be okay
As I see the chopper
In the light of day.

The chopper came
A little to late
For this young soldier
Is at heaven's gate.

I lay him in the chopper
And away they fly
As I sit here crying
And saying goodbye.