Extra help is called for when
Age persistently calls
And we are unable to resist,
Humbly take the fall!
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Accepting the inevitable,
Since cannot make demands!
Far passed the predictable hour of death
And gave in to your fans!
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“Please do not die yet! Try to make it to
The century mark! Then
Have something to crow about!
To that grandson of ten.”
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Scout I was in the World Was II
And was shot at, yes, aplenty!
Of course, missed, God had plans for me.
Our squad lost more than twenty!
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Squad of twelve often cut to four,
Did God have plans for me?
Through wooded island, The Philippines,
Six grueling months! We see!
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No dead found or buried! Then did someone say,
“Enemy must have ate them!”
Not hard at all to this understand!
With no supplies sent them!
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Since war brings out the worst in any
Man, or so it seems!
Satanic forces working longer
To the Hell-bent leans.
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Then memory lingers on a scene
To my tortured mind,
Enemy in gleeful laughter
I get closer and find–
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One of us stretched on a spit
On a fire roasting
To satiate, drooling hunger, of
Enemy and boasting–
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Of their capture of this one,
Sure, way back W. W. II!
But how does one forget such sights?
Memory lingers true.
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War times defeatist attitude
Like, burying the pain
Of loss inevitable
We shoot that one, no shame!
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War time horror! How to forget?
Memories linger on!
Forget it! Sure! But tell me how!
Forgiving! Forgetting how long.
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As long as it takes! To see Jesus on that cross,
“Father forgive they know not what they do.”
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the Sam 05.24.13