The Man Who Won World War Ii
He joked with the nurse till her face, it turned red,
She laughed at those things that the old soldier said;
His barracks was a Veteran’s Hospital bed.
His body was busted but his eyes were bright,
He told her his war stories every night,
She shaved him and she bathed him and she tucked him in tight.
From the Normandy Beach to the banks of the Rhine,
He fought in the front of an infantry line,
He got wounded twice but he struggled on through;
He’s the man who won World War II.
He battled the bottle but he called it a truce,
His liver was pickled from too much abuse;
The doctor just shrugged and he said, “It’s no use.”
The nurse she sure missed him like she knew she would,
His jokes and his memories, they’d made her feel good…
His family, they said they’d have come if they could…
From the Normandy Beach to the banks of the Rhine,
He fought in the front of an infantry line,
He got wounded twice but he struggled on through:
He’s the man who won World War II.
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