Ode to the End of Time
In the deep Pacific so far away
The Lord must have lost his temper one day
And in his wrath he thumbed his nose,
And on that spot an island rose.
A Hell on earth, believe me, Pal!
This miserable place became –
A place where every man is weaned
On bright yellow pills called Atabrine!
Where a torrid sun burns flaming red
And makes a man wish he were dead,
A spot were a man draws his lot
Of fever and jaundice and tropical rot.
Where every man is sure to wear
A nest of ant in his hair,
For freedom’s sake we came to fight,
For people’s sake we fought with might.
For justices sake we made Tojo run.
For our soldiers sake the fight was won.
For our country’s sake we were willing to roam,
But now for Christ’s sake, let’s go home.
Albin J. Pearson
Collection of poems, with commentary on three combat tours with Marine fighter squadron VMF-213 are currently available as an ebook, entitled The Hell Hawk Poems. This poem is found in Section C of the collection.