Of Something Near Our Hearts
Written when he was in the Military; May 1945 - 1947
At
last the war is over
The Victory Has been won
The Japs have been
defeated
Beneath their rising sun
The
Japs are Oh!
So sorry They just can't seem to see
Why they were
defeated
And robbed of Victory
They
thought that they were mighty
The mightiest of all
But now they
know that their “Great Strength”
Was really Rather
Small
They found that Uncle Sam was strong
Much stronger than they dreamed
They found his strength kept growing
There was no end it seemed
The army grew much larger
The navy grew in size
The Japs could not
surrender
Nor could they criticize
The
war lords said surrender
Said Tojo “Carry on”
Until at
last we struck them
With our Atomic Bomb
At last they would talk turkey
They knew that they had lost
They knew
that they must call it quits
No matter what the cos
Now
that the war is over
And Bullets cease to fly
The only boys who
will go home
Are those who did not die
So
here's a token to those boy
s Who live and breathe no more
Who gave
their lives for you and me
And those they did adore
God
Bless them one,
God Bless them all
And may they always rest
We''ll
prove their death was not in vain
We'll always do our best
I
Guess I'll Join the Service –
Dedicated to Dad's Brother Lt. Bruce Price
I
guess I'll join the service;
And fight for Uncle Sam ~
To help rid this good old earth;
Of every axis ham
I
first thought of the infantry;
But then I change my mind ~
I next thought of the tank corps;
But they left me behind
I
tried next for artillery;
But I was out of luck ~
So to the good old Cavalry;
Is where I finally stuck
Now
I don't mind this life at all;
In fact it's lots of fun ~
To ride out in the open;
From dawn to setting sun
The
Officers in camp are fine;
I really find them swell ~
One even helped me up one day;
When off my horse I fell
I
hope I soon will go across;
To fight in foreign lands ~
Down in the Tropics maybe;
Or on the dessert sands
They
really have us guessing now;
As to which way we'll go ~
Maybe it's to Tropics;
Or to Alaska's snow
If
I go to the tropics;
I'll fight some yellow dogs ~
Who think that they are mighty;
Those dirty yellow hogs
If
I am shipped to colder lands;
I hope I get to fight ~
Those worthless yellow dogs;
And that will be alright<
Now
down there in North Africa;
Is where I want to go ~
For there they fight the Germans;
In dust and sand not snow
Well
now I'm on my way across;
To where great deserts are ~
I'm going to old North Africa;
That land which is afar
It
isn't going to take long now;
As we are almost there ~
To keep a date for Uncle Sam;
The enemy will swear
Now
in the barges close to shore;
We are about to land ~
I see the breakers on the surf,
I see the diamond sand
All
of us now well leave this barge;
And make our way inland ~
Our barges now are far behind;
Ahead the desert sand
We
see some Germans far ahead;
Outside the range of guns ~
But now we've gotten close in range;
and now we'll git some buns
I've
got my sites adjusted now;
And I will take my time ~
I've got a German in my site;
His life not worth a dime
I
pulled the trigger of the gun;
I did not hesitate ~
For I was hoping that I'd send;
Another German to his fate
I
used to think I'd be afraid;
To shoot a human being ~
But that the German's are not human;
Is on thing that I am seeing
I
hoped I soon may fight the German's;
On their own home soil ~
And when the time has come around;
I bet the German's blood will
boil
And
I will tell you that it should;
For when we get them there ~
We'll have a great and sweet revenge;
For on them pressure
we will bear
We'll
bear that pressure till it hurts;
We'll keep on with that fighting ~
Until they've had enough;
And they are through back biting
We'll
win a victory fair and square;
And keep our honest ways ~
Although the going will be tough;
It will last many days
Now
we were given freedom fair;
So why should we not fight ~
For
that is what our ancestors;
Passed down to us as right
We
know it is worth fighting for;
And fight for it we must ~
If we have hope of stopping;
The German's bloody lust
I
guess that tells the story;
Of just the way I feel ~
And I will tell you all I say;
Is really very real
And
so until the world is free;
And all the axis licked ~
We cannot hope for luxuries;
And fancy things we've picked
The
folks at home will sacrifice;
And give up Sunday drives ~
Until a lasting peace is won;
And our army ceases it's loss
of lives
The
dove of peace will fly once more;
Across our mighty land ~
And down across North Africa;
Across its desert sand
Twill
fly across the Russian front;
Where the Germans have been licked ~
And down across the Soloman's;
From which the Japs we kicked
And if the Lord will grant us peace;
We'll put away our arms ~
I'll never take one up again;
For I'll work on the farm