DEATH WISH?

Troopers life just full of dread nearly every day,

Especially that combat jump

Down out of the sky.  Such slow descent!

So one dead lump lead-poisoning.

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Never to jump again.  Why is it called jump?

Pushed out or drop, more like it.

So this buddy of mine begged a helping shove,

“Next jump, so I will make it!”

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I did!  And  he did!  Never saw him again.

Sure, had to show-off his folded wings!

So that combat jump we anticipate next!

Each  wake-up call, more dread brings!

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Will a sniper down there pick this fool off?

Most of us could not care less!

So is that why we did the trooper thing?

As dying, is what we do best?

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So, a death-wish or dread!  Sure, hopelessness.

Guess that is why most turned to drink.

Last leave before combat.  Returned hung over,

Kill this dread,  just do not think!

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My confidence  showing I did not feel!

A trooper begged me for aid!

“Just make sure you’re behind me.  Give a shove!”

Of course!  Is that not why I am paid?

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No!  Jesus pays me, sure, all  that I need!

For sixty odd years He has done!

Nor have I suffered any want!

Nor have I missed and  fun!

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For “The joy of The Lord is my strength,”

Needed for everyday!

Gives me strength as the nearness of Heaven!

Anything left to say?   Nothing!

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the Sam 11.22.11

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