I converted in my foxhole, I had shrapnel in my vest

Men were bleeding, some were screaming, I went searching, tho hard pressed 

Now they say that I’m a hero, saved the wounded and distressed 

Dragging soldiers back to safety, to the medics, ten abreast

Earned a medal for my neck and many more meant for my chest

I don’t feel that I’m a hero, I just simply did my best

I still walk among the living so I’m grateful I’ve been blessed 

The true heroes never made it, just remembered, may they rest

Humble Valor 

Survivors Guilt

I converted in my foxhole, I had shrapnel in my vest

Men were bleeding, some were screaming, I went searching, tho hard pressed



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