......With A Friend


This poem was given to my Mother by a WW2 veteran while she was a nurse in a VA hospital during that time. When I left to go to Vietnam, she gave it to me and I carried it with me my entire tour and kept it in my wallet until about four years ago. It is frail and the paper is thin so I had to laminate it to protect it. I've had it for 50 years and it may be hard to read in it's present condition, so I have written out the words.


Look God, I have never spoken to you,
But now I want to say, "How do You do?"
You see God, they told me You didn't exist,
And like a fool, I believed all this.

Last night from a shell hole, I saw your sky,
I figured then they had told me a lie,
Had I taken time to see things You made,
I'd have known they weren't calling a spade a spade.

I wonder, God, if You'd shake my hand,
Somehow, I feel that You will understand,
Funny I had come to this hellish place,
Before I had time to see Your face.

Well, I guess there isn't much more to say,
But I'm sure glad, God, I met you today,
I guess the "Zero Hour" will soon be here,
But I'm not afraid since I know You're near.

The Signal: Well, God, I'll have to go,
I like you lots, this I want You to know,
Look now, this will be a horrible fight,
Who knows, I may come to Your House, tonight.

Though, I wasn't friendly to You before,
I wonder, God, if You'd wait at the door.
Look, I'm crying! Me! Shedding tears!
I wish I'd known You these many years,
Well, I have to go now, God, good-bye!
Strange, since I met You, I'm not afraid to die.

Soldier Unknown WW2