Why must man in greed and hate Design the fortunes of his fate Fashion the tools of that spell his doom And haunt him in his silent tomb? Why must man throughout the years Always live in constant fears In fear of death, famine and flood Of hunger, war and wasted blood? Why must man, God's gift supreme Spend countless years in useless dreams Letting precious years speed on When life, so sweet, so soon is gone? Why cannot "Peace on Earth to men" Come rather than by poet's pen? Then, and only then, will you and I Know at last, the answer WHY? PFC James J. Rice, USMC      7/19/46 - 2/07/68