Grandpa Sanders wrote this 68 years ago today

P.F.C. Earl H. Sanders

Written 1945 – May 29

As I sit in my fox-hole on guard, at night

With the machine-gun on my right

A fellow starts thinking as he sits there alone

And his thoughts are always, dreaming of home.

Home might be a small Town, In any 48 states

But with the fellow on guard, theres only one that rates

While I am thinking, I’m still on the alert.

For if these Jap’s get too close, somebody might get hurt

Just then, out in front, I hear a sound

And from the hole on my left, they fire a “round”

I move to my gun, to sweet out the Nip

But if it was a Jap, he gave us the slip.

So back to guard, I go once more

And back to dreaming of “after the war”

My first thoughts are always, of my two boys

Of Johnny and Jerry who are such joys.

And I hope that they never have to sit on guard

Maybe thats why we fight so dam hard

For we want to write “finish” to these Japanese

So that all of our sons at home, will only know peace.