WORLD WAR

My life’s an open book to all,

Have no use for mysteries!

Lived for my father, died my age 8!

Eight years of age, dread disease.

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The dreaded disease, smallpox, took him!

Could I ever forget?

Picked up some bad habits from then on

Rage against divine set!

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So I set my mind against this God

Without feeling for life!

They told me, “He is alive in Heaven,”

But that did not end my strife!

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Now, I am twenty-eight, I am leading patrol

Negros, Philippines Isles,

World War II, of course, get a life,

Dead men, piles on piles!

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Suddenly, there is a dead enemy!

Dead too long, fully clothed!

Sure, maggots played tag in his nose!

Well,  that is the way it goes!

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Lined up straight along the trail!

Too straight!  Suspicion tugs!

I point, wave forward and almost run!

Well, the smell, no nose plugs!

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“Not to worry,” tail-man yells,

Then ping!  He picks some lead!

We do not wait to argue, hurry on!

Right through the helmet, dead!

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Of course, we did not tarry, whittled down!

Replacements, yes, often!

He just left to replenish enemies needs!

Naturally no coffin!

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(If some of the language sounds offensive,

sorry, but that’s the way it was!)

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Sam Cox

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