Somewhere in the South Pacific before the enemies guns silenced his voice and pen, a soldier-poet inspired by his discovery of GOD in the midst of hell on earth, composed the following poem ---- In simple terse, humble eloquence, the unknown soldier-poet transcended the gannet of human emotions as he contemplates meeting his creator. It is an answer to agnostics and a somber, challenge to Fascism.
Private James Day, of New York, found the poem on the dead body of the soldier, whose identity has not yet been determined.
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 right then they 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 would shake my hand,
Somehow, I feel that You will understand.
Funny I had to 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 a lot, 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 Your door.
Look, I�m crying! Me! Shedding tears---
I wish I had 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.
The Unknown Soldier
I have laid down my life for you and for my country.
I ask only that you remember why you have the freedoms that you do.
Men and women have died in battle so that you may live free and without fear.
Mothers and fathers have lost sons and daughters, sons and daughters have lost fathers and mothers.
As you read this wonder why is it so important to remember me.
I am the spirit of this great country.
I am our National Flag, the National Anthem.
I am the military band that plays marches.
I am the Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Marines that parade to that music.
I am guarded day and night, 7 days a week, every day of the year.
I represent millions of men, and women who have died, bleed, and have been disabled for you.
When our National Flag goes by, stand proud and place your hand over your heart.
I will be there with you, proud of you as I am of our flag.
Remember Me!