General George S Patton Jnr
Poems of General George S Patton Jnr
|1.||A Soldier's Burial||9/20/2010|
|2.||A Soldier's Prayer||9/20/2010|
|4.||As Head of the Division of Provision for Revision||9/20/2010|
|8.||God Of Battles||9/20/2010|
|9.||Marching in Mexico||9/20/2010|
|10.||Mercenary's Song (AD 1600)||9/20/2010|
|11.||Peace -- November 11, 1918||9/20/2010|
|13.||The Moon and the Dead||9/20/2010|
|14.||Through a Glass Darkly,||9/20/2010|
|15.||To Our First Dead||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.