Douglas R. Winters
Christmas was a good night,
Artillery makes the bad sight,
In the snow was the real fright,
The GIs were in their worse fight.
Forget about all the good lights,
We’re with the krauts tonight;
They’ll be attacking with all their might,
Only to be hauled back by our own thermite.
‘Merry Christmas’ was suppose to be greet,
But shouts of ‘Get Down’ overtook it,
Some were hunting for deer meats,
Instead they step on their own shit.
They were starving on Christmas Eve,
Because there was nothing, nada, to eat,
The tanks were short on gasoline,
Some sabotages made the gas tank leak.
They were outside in the cold,
Hiding inside their only foxhole,
These were the men of bold;
Their bloods were blessed with gold.
Now the veterans are old,
But they still have the soldier’s soul,
The experience that will never be sold,
The look in their eyes could easily mold.
To my fellow haters of war,
There is none such about law,
Remember what you saw?
Peace ain’t here forever, that’s all…
©Copyright December 26, 2003 by Douglas R. Winters