Mark McConnell – one of the veterans who visited last week – recited his very moving poem ‘Korean Lament’ last Thursday at the unveiling of the memorial for all the Irish who died during the war. Pictures courtesy of Tom Coyner, see more of his pictures from last week here
Korean Lament
There’s blood on the hills of Korea, it’s the blood of the brave and the true,
where the nations they battled together, ‘neath banners of white and pale blue,
as they marched over the fields of Korea to the hills where the enemy lay,
they remembered the Brigadier’s orders, those hills must be taken today.
And forward they went into battle, with faces unsmiling, and stern,
for they knew as they charged up that hillside there were many would never return.
Some thought of their wives and their mothers and some of their sweethearts so fair
and some as they plodded and stumbled were softly saying this prayer,
‘There’s blood on the hills in Korea, it’s the blood of the freedom we love,
may our names live in glory forever, and our souls rest in heaven above.’
And boys, when you go back to Belfast, when this War is over and done,
just think of the ones left behind you out in the Korean sun.