Soldier of Ages

Dedicated to Lt. Gen. George S. Patton, Jr. (November 11, 1885 – December 21, 1945) I'd fought a hundred battles through the ages past and new I'd been a lowly foot soldier But at times commanded too. I was a witness of Arab mothers Fleeing cities under-siege ; A new age liberator, The commander of the third. I had served with Ceasar's legion; The Carthaginians; and the Greeks. When Arthur was in his Kingship, I was a captain of the knights A horseman tough and skillful Of medieval cavalier; But ages had transformed me to dash with iron wheels The only time I meet MacArthur Was in the salient of St. Mehiel We both stood erect, calm, and unmindful To the guns and bursting shell. Oh well take a look at Monty Too slow for his advance He didn't expect me to take Palermo or Mesina to my plan I was reproved of my harshness, They knew not that I was somber too I cared not of my language As long as my point would get through I'd mixed my words with profanities That my orders surely stick My men would always remember every word While they're in the battle field Oh my, I hate those yellow bastards They have no place on this earth I sent them to the frontlines That no more they would breed Those swivel chair commanders Discounted my two days time But brave soldier deserved to be rescued Before his dog tag stops to chime. So my men made it to Dunkirk To the delight of McAuliffe "Surrender!" yelled the Nazis but "nutz" was all he said. I was cut off of supplies and fuel For Market Garden's sake But after pissing the flowing River I held the Fuhrer's nest So soon another war was ended Mine enemies had lost The iron carver claimed the glory And relieved me from my post.