Westward we came across the smiling waves,
West to the outpost of our country's might
"Romantic land of brilliant tropic light"
Our land of broken memories and graves
Eastward we go home, so few
Wrapped in their beds of clay our comrades sleep
The memories of this land are branded deep
And lost is the youth we knew.
Lt. Henry Lee
Captured on Bataan
Died January, 1945, on a Japanese slave labor ship bound for Japan