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Thu, 24.09.2009

A HERO OF SAN JUAN HILL by Olivia Ward Bush

Among the sick and wounded ones,
This stricken soldier boy lay,
With glassy eye and shortened breath;
His life seemed slipping fast away.

My heart grew faint to see him thus,
His dark brown face so full of pain,
I wondered if the mother’s eyes
Were looking for her boy in vain.
I bent to catch his feeble’s words:
“I am so ill and far from home.
I feel so strange and lonely here;
You seem a friend, I’m glad you’ve come.

“I want to tell you how our boys
Went charging on the enemy.

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