General George S Patton Jnr
General George S Patton Jnr Poems
|1.||Marching In Mexico||9/20/2010|
|5.||As Head Of The Division Of Provision For Revision||9/20/2010|
|6.||The Moon And The Dead||9/20/2010|
|8.||God Of Battles||9/20/2010|
|9.||A Soldier's Burial||9/20/2010|
|10.||Peace -- November 11, 1918||9/20/2010|
|11.||Mercenary's Song (Ad 1600)||9/20/2010|
|12.||To Our First Dead||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 ...
Now in war we are confronted with conditions which are strange.
If we accept them we will never win.
Since by being realistic, as in mundane combats fistic,
We will get a bloody nose and that's a sin.
To avoid such fell disaster, the result of fighting faster,
We resort to fighting carefully and slow.
We fill up terrestrial spaces with secure expensive bases
To keep our tax rate high and death rate low.