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#1 little GI

S.C.Jones

Bitter remorse, why me here?
Why me, placed here, this war?
This war is not mine. I chose it not.
Why now do I find myself in fear?

Our mission today brought us this village.
where all these people care not for us.
We might as well go home. Nothing here.
Our planes drop bombs to make tillage.

We come and go and yet all remains.
Our efforts go for not. We've wasted.
I want to go home, see old friends.
War is not for me. This land detains.

Were it not for you, my little guy,
I would have departed long ago.
When we first came to your village
you were there. "Chop, chop - #1 GI !"

You with your other buddys in tow.
Why does war forget the children?
Why do we go in a manly fashion
to kill and maim? These answers I don't know.

Yet, you were there. "You come here off'n, GI ?"
Yes, we come to do what we can my friend.
It's not much maybe, but we sometimes care.
We care about you. We're not afraid to die. (Lie !)

Don't get to know me kid. - "You #1 Guy, GI !"
Why do you say that...Food? here...take it.
I wasn't hungry for it anyway. o.k.... here's more.
I've got to go kid. You know - take to the sky.

We'll be back. Tomorrow we have to do it again.
Hm...what? What's that you say? "You special, GI !"
Ah shucks kid - stop it. I Have to be here......
...on the way back I remember it all began.

Why did this kid work his way to my inner being?
How could I tell him I cared? Did I? Do I?
Even now, looking back remembering. "What you think GI ?"
Tomorrow we go back. This time a few extra C's. I'm seeing.

'We're back kid'. Where are you now. Reply.
"What's that Joe? Those kids the other day - Dead?!"
"Those shells in the night. They were Ours! Why?! How?!"
"Why did we place them so close?!" (Please God, Deny)

My little friend, how can this be that you've suddenly died!
When firing on enemy we killed so indiscriminately.
My agony this day, my sorrow. Bring tomorrow.
From the very depths of me, from within, soul has cried.

Why did you have to work your way into my heart - Why?
My bitterness, my hate - you've taken that, you know, kid.
This war was not mine. It Is now. It is because
for a little time, a little time only,
You made me feel special. My #1 little GI.

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