GO!

Six months and running, leading patrol,

You know, the big one W. W. II.

Squad of 12 whittled down to four!

Often!  What is a scout to do?

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No more replacements available

Eventually came the word!

Six and then four, we just kept going…

Then nothing more was heard.

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Now what do we do?   Some idiot asked,

Think he knew the answer?

Four of us left!  And do you know

No one died of cancer!

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Soon one was helped down by two others,

A bleeding foot, his story!

Grinning happily, barely whispered

“Going home,” not to worry!

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He was a scout, sure, I was elected,

Scouts take hits do not last long!

So half-a-year I did the leading

Did God keep me along?

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You know the answer, I was kept!

Nothing special about me,

Praying, back home did it!  Of course!

If not, where would I be?

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Rot by a trail, islands, back there

Philippine Islands, that is.

Negros, in fact, but what does that matter?

Sure, God had me, I was His!

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Makes a difference, of course, it was prayer!

What else could it be?

A dime a dozen we all got to die!

Why He protected me?

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Who can tell, I am no better than

Anyone else around.

God’s people prayed!  Sure, that’s the answer!

None other to be found!

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Consider well,  prayer changes things!

Life of prayer is the key.

Do your homework, what else matters?

Prayer unceasing kept me!

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Now with a wife, truly dedicated,

I am ninety-three, as she knows.

I will be leaving so very soon!

And where I am going, she goes!

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the Sam  03.14.12

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