EAT AND LIVE

Philippine Islands, right after combat,

Negros, the Island we took,

Back from the enemy occupying then.

No!  This is not in the book.

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Al, Rocky, Cummerford, a few names,

Remembered from back then.

Just some old-timers from other islands,

Sure, resenting us  new, news when.

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Missing some cobbers early sent home,

They had to stay on a while.

One dummy got drunk and let a friend,

Make his face one bloody pile.

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Of  livid flesh with his bare fists,

Rings on his fingers, of course!

Until that face not recognizable!

As anything but meat-sauce!

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It was a medical discharge home desired,

And this friend was helping there.

So this friend and recipient had to be,

Insane, nuts, compare.

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A sane person begging  for help,

Like, from a bloody beating,

But these two GI’s had to be drunk!

For this was not a meeting.

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Of  sane minds of any caliber.

“Medical Discharge”  for sure!

That face, complete irreparable!

One he could never endure!

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Sure God helped me to keep sanity!

Along with a godly bunch!

Who followed the call the  hunger call,

To gather for healthful lunch!

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No complaints  from me about the grub,

I was grateful for good food!

Our Army served the  consummate best!

Sure, and if it  was so good–

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Why some left over in that plate?

It was for hungry kids outside,

Waiting with can empty, of course.

Food  just to keep  alive!

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(Cooks tried to stop this charade, unsuccessfully.)

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the Sam  09.19.11

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