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.||As Head Of The Division Of Provision For Revision||9/20/2010|
|8.||A Soldier's Burial||9/20/2010|
|9.||To Our First Dead||9/20/2010|
|10.||The Moon And The Dead||9/20/2010|
|12.||Mercenary's Song (Ad 1600)||9/20/2010|
|14.||God Of Battles||9/20/2010|
|16.||A Soldier's Prayer||9/20/2010|
|17.||Through A Glass Darkly,||9/20/2010|
Comments about General George S Patton Jnr
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 ...
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.