General George S Patton Jnr
General George S Patton Jnr Poems
|1.||Through a Glass Darkly,||9/20/2010|
|2.||A Soldier's Prayer||9/20/2010|
|6.||A Soldier's Burial||9/20/2010|
|7.||God Of Battles||9/20/2010|
|8.||To Our First Dead||9/20/2010|
|9.||The Moon and the Dead||9/20/2010|
|10.||Mercenary's Song (AD 1600)||9/20/2010|
|11.||Peace -- November 11, 1918||9/20/2010|
|15.||As Head of the Division of Provision for Revision||9/20/2010|
|16.||Marching in Mexico||9/20/2010|
Bill, he kept racin' the motor,
For fear that the damned thing would die.
While I fiddled 'round with the breech block
And wished for a piece of your pie.
It's funny the way it affects you,
When you're waitin' for the signal to go.
There's none of the high moral feeling
About which the newspapers blow.