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[aid] => mick
[title] => I Have Seen War, And I Have Killed, And It Haunted Me Forever
[time] => 2010-02-05 23:05:35
[hometext] => This was written after hearing the deathbed accont of a World War Two veteran.
[bodytext] => This story is real It is not lore The setting is France 1944 We rode our trucks Through a small French town Nobody here I couldn't help but frown One cold night While clearing a house I heard a noise in the back And it wasn't a mouse I went to the back shed With much haste As the next house must be cleared No time to waste In the shed he was In his own little nest The patches on his coat Read "Waffen SS" He got off his chair With a look of fright As this American GI Was ready to fight We both reached down And drew our knives Mentally preparing To fight for my life Now I can remember As he began to shiver. As my knife Drove into his liver He began crying As heard they do And as I clutched him I started crying too I have just killed a man Whose eyes looked cold I'm a killer At nineteen years old He slumped to the floor And while he lay I hit my knees And began to pray Forgive my lord Answer my prayer These sins I've commited Are too much to bear And to this very day When I see a knife I think back that man Because I took his life Many a time I've thought Maybe he liked to fish? I think of his son's first steps And the other things he'd miss I should have never went to that shed Or even pulled my knife Knowing that memory Would haunt my life Now I hope to see him In that Heavanly place And I'll know its him when I see him Because I've never forgotten his face From the expiriences of Staff Seregeant Mike Francis RIP, told on his deathbed. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 43 [informant] => dthomas89 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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