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As the sun rose on the beautiful emerald green,

Sixty-three years ago, on planes with rising sun,

Markings could be seen.

Swooping over the lush mountains and verdant fields,

With their mighty weapons to wield,

The Japanese warriors on their steeds of steel,

Prepared a death blow too deal.

The seventh fleet lay secure in their berths,

With not a care on earth,

When these birds of prey,

Dropped from this clear blue day.

With torpedo, bomb, and gun they savaged,

This mighty fleet lay ravaged.

When all was done, and silence returned,

The cries of the dying as the ships burned.

Many were lost on that fateful day,

A young nation’s naiveté swept away.

This heinous attack roused a sleeping bear,

As Admiral Yamamoto predicted,

Would go on a tear.

From the ashes this phoenix rose,

A nation rallied behind the deaths of those.

The phoenix its mighty wings spread,

The fleet was raised from the watery dead.

Soldiers, sailors, civilians too,

Worked around the clock to defeat you.

The sneak attack would cost you dear,

As the choir of the dead chants here, here.

Two massive bombs would end this war

And change the world forever more.

All because of that sneak attack,

Our road to destruction paved with no way back.

Sixty-three years have come and gone,

For some the war goes on.

Seeing their comrades die

Never understanding why.

It was over and the bear went back to sleep.

The on September 11, 2001 it again had cause to weep.

What roads to the world’s destruction

Are now open?



© Ferrell L. "Huck" Hickson, MSgt Ret., USAF