He slumps motionless in the doorway
Forlorn, weary and ill
His moment of glory forgotten
(That battle upon the hill)
But the memories linger on
Of his buddies slaughtered and dead
And the many regrets he has
For things he left unsaid
Valiantly, he fired
Trying to save his stricken friends
Until only HE survived
Now his nightmare never ends
And the world too soon forgot him
"Just a vagrant" they all say
And nobody even remembers
That they called him a hero on that day!