A NEW LIFE

We live as if this day is the end,

Nothing after this life.

If that is so we are a miserable lot,

End it in battle and strife!

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As I tried, way back in W. W. II,

Yes, flaunting the enemy.

“Here, come get this grenade, up for grabs,”

They back behind those trees.

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They saw, they came, sure, just 2 of them,

I stayed awake, the rest slept on.

Two enemy silently trod the night,

While I, my vigil kept on.

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I had set a trap just a hand grenade,

As I held another, too.

Tossed it, sure, they both went off!

What else could they do?

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Screams of displeasure from the enemy camp,

Jap Officer sure displeased.

Of course, he had guessed what happened to them,

Lead poison from them trees.

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Far to the right, some G.I. exclaimed,

“Oh, it’s just, Sam!” he said.

Sure, I guess they knew me pretty well,

As next to Squad Leader I slept.

(Separate fox holes, of course.)

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I guess he knew me and trusted,

That I would not endanger the rest.

Stupid stunts, like, tossing grenades,

He slept on, I had passed the test.

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Of course, war!  And I was caught in it,

I was, like, twenty-eight.

Way way back, course while rest of you

Were not even out of the gate.

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Man on a train just recently,

As he was walking by,

Smiled, then said thank you!  Did he know?

That it was World War II that I–

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Had experienced so long long ago,

And do I ever think to praise,

Jesus, my Savior, for giving His life,

That I could know Heavenly Days!

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Sure, Heavenly days In Heaven above,

All because God became flesh.

Preached, healed, then died on a hideous cross,

That I may start life a fresh.

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the Sam 08.13.12

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