WHEN NO MUSS NO FUSS

World War (the 2nd) I remember,

Negros, Philippine Isle.

First Scouts, I led a patrol,

We covered many a mile.

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Everyday, no Sabbaticals,

Sundays, Christmases, too.

Sure, I remember, remembering,

No off days, fighting to do!

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What were we eating way back then?

Chicken (?)  Turkey (?)  the works (?)

Forget it,  just ‘K’ rations!  That is it!

Packets of soups, coffee, perks.

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Delighted?  Sure!  After six months

Of combat continuous!

Major, got to forget his name,

Sure, forgotten that cross!

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Lost thirty pounds that first 6 months!

Not hungry what then?  Fear?

Always and more, sheer  monotony!

Walk, walk, walk, comes near.

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Walking fast!  From a guy in the rear yells,

“Slow down, Sam!”  Sure, gets shot!

“Lead poisoning,”  back then it was called!

He yelled so he like bought!

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Rained at night my poncho torn!

So I am soaked, good bath,

2 feet of water!  About covered me!

Got used to that, like, fast!

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Did I lose it?  One crazy night?  Stood

Below trees in plain view,

Waved a grenade then planted it!

Knew they wanted it, too!

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I stayed awake with one more grenade.

Darkness then footsteps below!

Threw my grenade through those trees above,

In war just anything goes!

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We fight to keep peace always,

Of course, that is the bit.

Simple as all get out, of course,

Men died answering it!

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God help us!

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the Sam 01.04.12

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