Get the Job Done
To liberate a prisoner
do what must be done
send a tank and crew along
to rescue simply one.
Give them their instructions
command them on their way
don’t forget to gas the tank
to free them from the fray.
The road to hell is bloody
the maw lies gaping wide
the tank crew knew their business
and soon was well inside.
The prisoner they did rescue
escape within their grasp
rolling home they hurried
freedom tried to clasp.
But the tank began to sputter
the engine chugged and died
with hounds of hell in full pursuit
the weary soldiers sighed:
Don’t send us out to do a job
without the tools we need –
gas enough to get us home –
with Patton’s family freed.
This poem honors a dear friend who died today. He was with Patton in Europe and was given the mission of liberating Patton’s son-in-law from a prisoner-of-war camp. The crew knew at the outset they did not have enough gas to get home.
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Dear Bluebee, Thank you very much! I thought you might like … “poetry that rhymes” … We are off to the mountains for a wedding!
Astoundingly accomplished and beautiful writing from the heart for a dear friend, Monica. Thank you for sharing this story – so many are never told.
Thank you, Laz. It’s so interesting to me that these stories are coming out so many years after the fact.
Of course I thought of you, Androgoth, as I wrote about the hounds of hell!!
I so much enjoyed this great poem (story) A great act of bravery here,
Thank you for sharing my friend
Life in the battle zone is indeed a bloody business…
A nicely offered piece of poetry my friend 🙂
Thanks, Pen – another interesting thing is that he didn’t even tell his family this story until he was in his 80’s!
A great tribute to your friend, Monica, and such bravery shown against the odds of reaching home. Makes you shake you head in wonder, it really does. xPenx
Thank you, Poet!
glad to read you.