Written for a Korean War Medic, one he will not ever see -
TAPS FOR DR. BOB
Dedicated to Dr. Robert Schorr
Taps played again for another brother
echo on the hillside and spread out
over the country he loved and served;
he'll be deeply missed, without a doubt.
Dr. Bob, as he liked to be called,
joined the Army just out of internship.
As a medic, he stood above the rest
with courage, bravery and quick wit.
The eyes of this twenty-four year old
took in the horrors of the Korean War
and he never lost sight of his calling -
to try and save lives at death's door.
Without a thought of his own safety
he'd go to the wounded, under fire.
Stop the bleeding, move them back
to the field hospital, he didn't tire.
He kept a record of the casualties
and he noted every KIA with tears.
Memories of his war-time service
spurred him on in his later years.
He became a surgeon, one of the best
whose heart beat fiercely at the foe.
Death defeated by God-guided hands
he's left his mark here on Earth below.
The Band of Brothers salute him,
each in their own way they weep;
Heaven needed another soldier
and he is in God's hands to keep.
A life well-lived and to be honored,
those who knew him loved him well.
He will always be remembered
as the Angel who appeared in Hell.
If anyone ever deserved angel wings
it is the man who savored each life.
Rest easy, travel homeward, Angel.
You are finally free of pain and strife.