SURE MEAN, TOUGH, AND HARD TO BLUFF

That officer on the sidelines,

Mean one, just standing there,

Hard to believe he is crying!

Was hated beyond compare!

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Putting troops through their paces

Recall his favorite yell

“Pick-up them snowshoes you feather merchants!”

“Give up, you will go to hell!”

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Weeping!  Did not care who saw him!

Someone asked, “Why  he cried?”

We were told, many troops he had trained

Would not return, would die!

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He stood apart, while others there

Drank  the evening away,

Laughing over a trooper there who

Just had to pray!

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No laughter from him, he felt their pain.

Trooper who longed for home

But tough exterior, of course, won out!

Forget it!  Leave it alone!

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He was paid to be tough, mean and rough!

Make the boys hate me, so

They will not mind my cussing them out!

Tough Sargent, way to go!

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But there he stood, watching weeping,

Over troops who would die!

Die for their country, never return!

Cared not who saw him cry!

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Sure that is him, had to be tough!

How those tears make him loved!

Understanding preparation to war!

Not the pushing and shove.

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In God’s army, pure encouragement!

Lifetime of that needed!

New news in Christ, stay that way awhile!

Babies we are conceded!

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But stay there in Christ no matter what!

Main thing, God wants you there!

Why He died on that horrific cross?

His love!  What can compare?

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Nothing!  Ever!

(Time without ending)

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Sam (not the only one who said it!)

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