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General Patton - "Through a Glass, Darkly"
The Patton Society ^ | General George S. Patton, Jr.

Posted on 10/09/2001 12:22:10 AM PDT by StoneColdGOP

"Through a Glass, Darkly"
General George S. Patton, Jr.

Through the travail of the ages,
Midst the pomp and toil of war,
I have fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star.

In the form of many people
In all panoplies of time
Have I seen the luring vision
Of the Victory Maid, sublime.

I have battled for fresh mammoth,
I have warred for pastures new,
I have listed to the whispers
When the race trek instinct grew.

I have known the call to battle
In each changeless changing shape
From the high souled voice of conscience
To the beastly lust for rape.

I have sinned and I have suffered,
Played the hero and the knave;
Fought for belly, shame, or country,
And for each have found a grave.

I cannot name my battles
For the visions are not clear,
Yet, I see the twisted faces
And I feel the rending spear.

Perhaps I stabbed our Savior
In His sacred helpless side.
Yet, I've called His name in blessing
When after times I died.

In the dimness of the shadows
Where we hairy heathens warred,
I can taste in thought the lifeblood;
We used teeth before the sword.

While in later clearer vision
I can sense the coppery sweat,
Feel the pikes grow wet and slippery
When our Phalanx, Cyrus met.

Hear the rattle of the harness
Where the Persian darts bounced clear,
See their chariots wheel in panic
From the Hoplite's leveled spear.

See the goal grow monthly longer,
Reaching for the walls of Tyre.
Hear the crash of tons of granite,
Smell the quenchless eastern fire.

Still more clearly as a Roman,
Can I see the Legion close,
As our third rank moved in forward
And the short sword found our foes.

Once again I feel the anguish
Of that blistering treeless plain
When the Parthian showered death bolts,
And our discipline was in vain.

I remember all the suffering
Of those arrows in my neck.
Yet, I stabbed a grinning savage
As I died upon my back.

Once again I smell the heat sparks
When my Flemish plate gave way
And the lance ripped through my entrails
As on Crecy's field I lay.

In the windless, blinding stillness
Of the glittering tropic sea
I can see the bubbles rising
Where we set the captives free.

Midst the spume of half a tempest
I have heard the bulwarks go
When the crashing, point blank round shot
Sent destruction to our foe.

I have fought with gun and cutlass
On the red and slippery deck
With all Hell aflame within me
And a rope around my neck.

And still later as a General
Have I galloped with Murat
When we laughed at death and numbers
Trusting in the Emperor's Star.

Till at last our star faded,
And we shouted to our doom
Where the sunken road of Ohein
Closed us in it's quivering gloom.

So but now with Tanks a'clatter
Have I waddled on the foe
Belching death at twenty paces,
By the star shell's ghastly glow.

So as through a glass, and darkly
The age long strife I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names, but always me.

And I see not in my blindness
What the objects were I wrought,
But as God rules o'er our bickerings
It was through His will I fought.

So forever in the future,
Shall I battle as of yore,
Dying to be born a fighter,
But to die again, once more.

TOPICS: Miscellaneous
KEYWORDS: faithandphilosophy; generalgeorgepatton; generalpatton; georgepatton; reincarnation
A fantastic work by General Patton.
1 posted on 10/09/2001 12:22:10 AM PDT by StoneColdGOP
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To: StoneColdGOP
Quite an amazing poem! Here's one from Kipling. The last verse seems relevant today. The Afghanis have had a reputation for brutality for a long time.

The Young British Soldier

WHEN the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East
'E acts like a babe an' 'e drinks like a beast,
An' 'e wonders because 'e is frequent deceased
Ere 'e's fit for to serve as a soldier.
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
So-oldier of the Queen!

Now all you recruities what's drafted to-day,
You shut up your rag-box an' 'ark to my lay,
An' I'll sing you a soldier as far as I may:
A soldier what's fit for a soldier.
Fit, fit, fit for a soldier . . .

First mind you steer clear o' the grog-sellers' huts,
For they sell you Fixed Bay'nets that rots out your guts --
Ay, drink that 'ud eat the live steel from your butts --
An' it's bad for the young British soldier.
Bad, bad, bad for the soldier . . .

When the cholera comes -- as it will past a doubt --
Keep out of the wet and don't go on the shout,
For the sickness gets in as the liquor dies out,
An' it crumples the young British soldier.
Crum-, crum-, crumples the soldier . . .

But the worst o' your foes is the sun over'ead:
You must wear your 'elmet for all that is said:
If 'e finds you uncovered 'e'll knock you down dead,
An' you'll die like a fool of a soldier.
Fool, fool, fool of a soldier . . .

If you're cast for fatigue by a sergeant unkind,
Don't grouse like a woman nor crack on nor blind;
Be handy and civil, and then you will find
That it's beer for the young British soldier.
Beer, beer, beer for the soldier . . .

Now, if you must marry, take care she is old --
A troop-sergeant's widow's the nicest I'm told,
For beauty won't help if your rations is cold,
Nor love ain't enough for a soldier.
'Nough, 'nough, 'nough for a soldier . . .

If the wife should go wrong with a comrade, be loath
To shoot when you catch 'em -- you'll swing, on my oath! --
Make 'im take 'er and keep 'er: that's Hell for them both,
An' you're shut o' the curse of a soldier.
Curse, curse, curse of a soldier . . .

When first under fire an' you're wishful to duck,
Don't look nor take 'eed at the man that is struck,
Be thankful you're livin', and trust to your luck
And march to your front like a soldier.
Front, front, front like a soldier . . .

When 'arf of your bullets fly wide in the ditch,
Don't call your Martini a cross-eyed old bitch;
She's human as you are -- you treat her as sich,
An' she'll fight for the young British soldier.
Fight, fight, fight for the soldier . . .

When shakin' their bustles like ladies so fine,
The guns o' the enemy wheel into line,
Shoot low at the limbers an' don't mind the shine,
For noise never startles the soldier.
Start-, start-, startles the soldier . . .

If your officer's dead and the sergeants look white,
Remember it's ruin to run from a fight:
So take open order, lie down, and sit tight,
And wait for supports like a soldier.
Wait, wait, wait like a soldier . . .

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
So-oldier of the Queen!

Rudyard Kipling

2 posted on 10/09/2001 12:35:24 AM PDT by PeoplesRepublicOfWashington
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To: PeoplesRepublicOfWashington
I like this! And yes, the verse on Afghanistan is quite appropriate, their traditions from nomadic days have not faded.

I'd have been proud to march alongside the Brits any day.

3 posted on 10/09/2001 12:39:43 AM PDT by StoneColdGOP
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To: scarletandgrey; retrokitten; The Right Stuff; jimkress; csvset; mlo; semaj; RogueIsland
Patton bump!
4 posted on 10/09/2001 12:53:07 AM PDT by StoneColdGOP
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To: hispanarepublicana; Teacher317; cactusSharp; Dan from Michigan; hobbes1; Silly
Patton bump!
5 posted on 10/09/2001 12:54:49 AM PDT by StoneColdGOP
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Patton bump!
6 posted on 10/09/2001 12:56:11 AM PDT by StoneColdGOP
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To: WDG55513; SSgt Mike; Uncle George; PatrioticAmerican
Patton bump!
7 posted on 10/09/2001 12:57:26 AM PDT by StoneColdGOP
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To: StoneColdGOP
just gives ya woodie doesn't if cloneing ever had a dimes worth of merit....lets clone Patton
8 posted on 10/09/2001 8:14:31 AM PDT by cactusSharp
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To: StoneColdGOP
For you who aren't of the poem persuasion, maybe you'll like these...

"I want to go more than anyone else." (response to Pershing's Punitive Expedition)

"Hold 'em by the nose and Kick 'em in the ass!"

"I am a sort of "Pooh-Bah and do everything no one else does."

"I am getting a hell of a reputation."

"Do ever in all things our damdest
And never oh never retreat."

"You must be: a horse master; a scholar; a high minded genleman; a cold blooded hero; a hot blooded savage."

Love that man!!!

9 posted on 10/09/2001 8:30:16 AM PDT by labusiness
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To: StoneColdGOP
"It is not the American soldiers duty do die for his country.
It is the American soldiers duty to make the enemy die for his country

God Bless General Patton.

I consider it an honor to have had the opportunity to visit his final resting place many times while I was stationed overseas.

10 posted on 10/11/2001 11:57:58 PM PDT by SSgt Mike
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To: StoneColdGOP
11 posted on 10/20/2001 1:03:40 AM PDT by StoneColdGOP
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To: SSgt Mike
12 posted on 01/11/2002 11:17:41 AM PST by StoneColdGOP
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To: StoneColdGOP

It’s kind of odd that after crafting dozens of virtually identical couplets, the poet’s emotive thrust and the work’s true meaning isn’t revealed until the penultimate stanza.

13 posted on 06/30/2007 10:17:34 AM PDT by JoeHeffel
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