General George S Patton Jnr
General George S Patton Jnr Poems
|1.||Marching In Mexico||9/20/2010|
|5.||Peace -- November 11, 1918||9/20/2010|
|7.||A Soldier's Burial||9/20/2010|
|10.||God Of Battles||9/20/2010|
|12.||To Our First Dead||9/20/2010|
|13.||The Moon And The Dead||9/20/2010|
|14.||Mercenary's Song (Ad 1600)||9/20/2010|
|15.||As Head Of The Division Of Provision For Revision||9/20/2010|
|16.||A Soldier's Prayer||9/20/2010|
|17.||Through A Glass Darkly,||9/20/2010|
Through A Glass Darkly,
Perhaps I stabbed our Savior
In His sacred helpless side.
Yet I've called His name in blessing
When in after times I died.
Through the travail of the ages
Midst the pomp and toil of war
Have I fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star.
I have sinned and I have suffered
Played the hero and the knave
Fought for belly, shame or country
And for each have found a grave.
So as through a glass and darkly
The age long strife I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names - but always me.
So forever in the ...
Dickey, we've trained and fit and died,
Yes, drilled and drunk and bled,
And shared our chuck and our bunks in life.
Why part us now we're dead?