One of the lesser known things about Patton was the fact that he was a prolific poet. My favorite is "The Moon and the Dead" which he wrote in 1943.
The road of the battle languished,
The hate from the guns was still,
While the moon rose up from a smoke cloud,
And looked at the dead on the hill.
Pale was her face with anguish,
Wet were her eyes with tears,
As she gazed on the twisted corpses,
Cut off in their earliest years.
Some were bit by bullet,
Some were kissed by steel,
Some were crushed by cannon,
But all were still, how still!
The smoke wreaths hung in the hollows,
The blood stink rose in the air,
And the moon looked down in pity,
At teh poor dead lying there.
Light of their childhood's wonder,
Moon of their puppy love,
Goal of their first ambition,
She watched them from above.
Yet not with regret she mourned them,
Fair slain on teh field of strife,
Fools only lament the hero,
Who gives his faith for life.
She sighed for the lives extinguished,
She wept for the loves that grieve,
But she glowed with pride on seeing,
That manhood still doth live.
The moon sailed on contented.
Above the heaps of slain,
For she saw that manhood liveth,
And honor breathes agian. The end.
Sorry you guys just happen to start a thread about someone whom I have a great respect and have studied quite a bit. You will be in real trouble is you start a thread about Ronald Reagan.