It was the eve of Thanksgiving
and a night black and cold as hell,
with a stiff north wind blowing
down across the barren slopes
of North Korea from Manchuria -
We didn't know it then
but the hills were alive with Chinese
hiding in ravines and valleys
biding their time in the subzero cold
We were hurtling down the road
in blissful ignorance and haste
to reach battalion in time
for dinner the next day
'Any port in a storm, '
I shouted and turned the truck
onto a barely discernible path
in the snowy waste
I thought I heard a choir belting out
'when the saints go marching in'
full throttle as trumpets sounded
'O to be in that number on a sunlit shore! '
Tent flaps parted and warm golden light
engulfed us as we swam through a haze
of spices and simmering sauces -
Hallejulah! Thanksgiving dinner!
Member: Michael Pruchnicki Comment: God bless you and yours, my dear Maggie (I refuse to address anyone as MRS NUTTY SQUIRREL, for the sake of Christ et al) , I think I get your metaphor, but my dear, it is weak and I called the bartender for another Highland Cream! Why should someone respond to 'Old Love Letter's (sic) by a bleeding squirrel? ***What did you think you would gain by saying such a horrible thing to someone who is the sweetest lady I know of on PH? I think you owe her an appology Mr. PRUCH-NICKI! Your name sounds like some kind of pastry! Now would you feel good if someone were to make fun of your name? We are all on this site to learn and share some of our talents with maybe some of them that are just dipping their toes into the poetic waters. Shame on you for such a horrilbe hurtful comment. And you talk about Christ, and Thanksgiving, and praising God? Where was God in your comment?
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