SAVED BY GRACE

Raised in India, British parents,

But American controlled.

Citizen fought in W. W. II!

As First Scout, leading patrol!

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Many the scary ventures contained

Death-wish, do you suppose?

Stood down on a path, enemy in plain view!

Planted grenade, to propose!

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Thinking that they may want it later

And they did!  I stayed awake!

Over the snoring I heard creeping feet,

Tossed the grenade.  What a break!

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Both exploded, as I had hoped,

Someone exclaimed, “It is just Sam.”

I heard scraping as though being dragged,

Not a blink of sleep for this man!

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“Move out!”  Order given, next day

“Where?”  No one around could see!

“Just follow us!  Trail ahead will take…”

“Where?”  Left to Squad Leader and me!

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I had fixed my bullion and coffee,

Others opened their cans,

My liquid diet, after six months,

I had lost 30 pounds!

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I had prayed for protection, as before,

Habit, I guess, but God heard.

Look, I am 93, think there is still more?

Up to nature,  not disturbed!

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For me, God is still under-girding as

I keep praying for strength!

But not presuming as before

Heaven awaits at length!

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Presumptuous presumably, no, no!  For sure!

But “I go to prepare a place…”

All He has done for me these many years!

As I have walked, “Saved by Grace!”

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the Sam 02.07.12

GUESS I LIVE TO LIVE

It was after that foray before it happened,

Other side of this page,

Told Al, our squad leader, “I am going down,

Find me a grave.”

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Well, a place to sleep really I meant.

So I passed up about five,

Found a deep one and empty too until

Its owner dropped in alive!

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Jewish boy just started with the words,

“Reverend, I am an atheist.”

So when this skirmish broke out, knew

I could not sign pacifist.

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I tried to explain I was not a reverend

But he would not take arguments.

God’s protection of me, he assumed,

I was, like, heaven-sent!

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How could I argue?  Just did not feel

Religious as they would say,

“I need sleep,” I yawned, but he would not quit!

No sleep for me night or day.

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A grinning squad leader jumped our hole,

“Let’s go!” he said, “and do not argue.”

Off again!  Only he knew just where!

Enemy guns we withdrew.

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Strategic he mumbled and that was it!

My tree was machinegun riddled

Found out later Al had told all!

Including the x-rated.

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I had, like, spilled my guts to him

Including the preacher thing!

How I fought the call to be tied down!

I was such a ding-a-ling!

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Decided much later it was all for good!

Survived on a banana each day!

Hitchhiked most states affordably!

And experiencing hunger at play!

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Did God watch this hoodlum as he barely survived?

Of course He did!  And survived he did!

Through Sin Town, Las Vegas, a slot machine

Doled out enough, home my bid.

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Where I found another chance at real life!

Azusa Pacific I enrolled

Got my degree with a burning desire

The preaching task my goal!

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What do you know those predictions?

Did come to pass!

And I have a purpose in life now,

And a joy now, joy that will last!

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Your humble servant,

S. H. C. 10.11.10

THE SIMPLE TRUTH

Memory a slow process,

Association complete,

Especially to an oldster

Of a sudden to defeat.

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Most every previous thought wave

Obliterating same!

Remembered!  How could I forget?

That thing, that place, that name?

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Al!  Our close association

Through six whole combat months.

2nd squad hit that crummy trail,

Sure, we took our lumps!

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But Al, how could I have forgot?

Like, a military thing?

Forget all unpleasantries

That combat will bring!

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First Scouts are expendable!

2nd, well, I soon took lead!

Al, Corporal, our squad leader!

Promoted, “Sam, you take lead!”

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Soon just gave up questioning

When Al said, “Hit the trail!”

Learning that Jap beaten path,

How could I ever fail?

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Of course, Al would not know up or down

Excepting a Corporal was he,

Two stripes!  I had only one

A lowly P.F.C.

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Since First Scouts first took the hit

Most squad leaders lived on.

We, squad of twelve, left with just four!

Which one we depend upon.

No need for 2nd Scouts no more!

So long as I existed!

Remembering one time a heart to heart

In which squad leader persisted–

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With questions, until I admitted

To Christian!  A believer!

Long talk, My Heavenly Hope that

I would live forever!

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We left it there but from that time

He felt that I had garnered

A protective shield from above,

Protected as like armored!

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But better still he trusted that

When I took dumb chances,

Not so dumb but as one

Whom God enhances!

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Did seem dumb, that grenade I waved

Plain view of enemy cave,

But turned out right in the end

As they dug their own grave!

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An Act Of God at times preformed,

At time unwittingly.

May seem dumb to human mind until

The simple truth they see!

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Sam Cox 12.14.08

COMBAT ZONE

Whole platoon was dug in deep

With no spot left for me!

Except this root above the trail

Against this old oak tree!

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Below was an opening

Between dense brush and trees!

Path, I would be a sitting duck,

Of course prayed, “God help me, Please!”

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Our artillery, one-50’s came,

Like, flip-flapping above! (*)

To crash into the underbrush!

The caves, one sound I loved!

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Pinpointed they had mastered well

Art of zeroing in!

Blasts came think and heavy,

With the sound right deafening!

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I felt hot on my leg!

Flipped but would not move!

Shell fragment size of my curved hand!

Like, forming a groove!

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Showed it then to squad leader

He whistled, it fell free!

Had to bounce of something then

I looked up to that tree!

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Al’s rifle was like leaning there

Fixed-bayonet just leaned,

Just inches above my head the

Bone handle cracked, it seemed!

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I showed it again to buddy Al

He just whistled, “Oh well!”

“Yeah,” I said, “This is getting old!

May just send some to Hell!”

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I found thin wire and then went

Downhill to the trail!

Stared left where the bombs had dropped,

This scheme had better prevail!

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I felt eyes watching, quite obvious!

I faced them with the grenade.

Hoping they were watching

While I fixed it, no shade!

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Carefully I straightened the pin,

Then once wired in place,

I glared down that hill and went back up,

Thankful I still had a face!

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Darkness came fast, I heard my friend snore.

Then something else on that trail,

Enemy after that hand grenade, fixed other,

Flipped handle and let it sail!

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Sparks flying from grenade, woke Al,

“Get rid…!”  He stammered, “I did!”

Sailed through a spot of light above

Double explosion the bid!

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Another sound indistinctly came from

The wounded foe!

Then real yelling from the cave down there

It was all I needed to know!

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(*) Sound they made overhead.

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Sam Cox  02.24.09

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

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

93 AND STILL THANKING!

Maybe a death wish, could not careless, do not know!

Could be just plain crazy, as I went below

Our well concealed hide-out, bushes and trees,

To a trail below, plain view of enemies.

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Well, I waved that grenade, wanted them to see.

Sure, seemed back then the right thing to me.

Just knew where they hid, that gully down there,

But they could see me!  Did not see fair!

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Of course, I like planted it!  Thin wire cross trail!

Still quite confident my plan would not fail!

But relieved when finished, hastened back up!

Could squad leader tell I was one scared pup?

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I sat on my tree root, settled back and sighed,

Well aware this just one more time I could of died!

Still feeling there was this death bid on me!

In plainest view the root of that tree!

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Knew they could see me, squad leader confident

That we would both survive, that I was not hell-bent.

That what I had planned would work out for all!

Course he felt safe in his deep hole and all.

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Certain felt safe in that deep hole he had dug!

Snug as a proverbial bug in a rug!

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How could I forget that way back in World War II?

What a life!  Of all the crazy things to do,

This was the craziest!  And how did I know

That God was protecting?  And I had live to show–

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People back home that God’s way is best!

That this poor sinner survived that war-test!

Then from east to far-west, many churches heard my song

Of His tender care!  He led all along!

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Sure, I left some out,

Wanna hear more, just ask The Sam

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04.10.12