PREACHER MAN

Some called me that,

Though I uttered not a word!

In combat I behaved dangerously!

Sure, stuff they had heard!

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“He takes chances,” Squad Leader

Knew a bit of my past!

Prediction calmed me down a bit

When I heard, “He will not last!”

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But some stupid stuff I did,

Like, waving a grenade

In plainest view of the enemy!

Down out of the shade.

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Then planting it, like, inviting them to,

Like, come and disengage!

This trap I had set below our troops

A simple hand grenade.

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I stayed awake, soon footsteps heard!

Could not resist, tossed one.

Double explosion!  “Oh, it’s just Sam.”

Someone said, “War is not fun!”

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No, war is not fun, exciting at times,

Some of us made it so.

For certain God had a hand on me

Chances I took below.

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Though far from God, just my thing

With Him protecting each day.

Sure, both aware of my call to preach

When war was over to stay!

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In war or peace nothing better

Than dwelling in His will!

Sure, living in the center of,

I am 93 and still—

Preaching through my poetry!

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Sam, I am  07.24.12

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