
Bataan Poem
As we moved back into Bataan We were preparing for our final stand. The Japs moved quickly in a big rush, We had to hide our supplies in the brush. Many supplies were left behind As the Japs closed our line. Now it’s time to make a stand, We have to depend on every man. Guns were cleaned, ready to shoot But were old and not worth a hoot. Jap planes bombed and strafed It was hard to find a place that was safe. Before we could dig in to fight, The Japs would break through the l