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.