This poem was submitted to the Bunker by CPT Michael Evans
1st Battalion, 149th Armor, California Army National Guard.
Rihaku - Eighth Century
I climb the towers
To watch out the barbarous land.
Desolate castle, the sky, the wide desert.
There is no wall left to this village.
Bones white with a thousand frosts,
High heaps, covered with trees and grass;
Who has brought this to pass?
Who has brought the flaming imperial anger?
Who has brought the army with drums and with kettledrums?
A gracious spring, turned to blood-ravenous autumn,
A turmoil of wars-men, spread to the middle kingdom,
Three hundred and sixty thousand,
And sorrow, sorrow like rain.