To My Comrade

My comrade is gone.

His rifle lies on the ground forgotten.

But remorse I have none.

My comrade is gone.

Holes cover his helmet.

But fear I have none.

My comrade is gone.

His body has been blown up to bits.

But loss I feel none.

For my comrade will live on.

He will march on endlessly,

And strike fear into those who try to stop him.

My comrade is gone,

but he lives forever.

My comrade is gone,

but sadness I have none.

To Jihoon 

best of luck

-Minj