Author Unknown


Look God, I have never spoken to you,
But now I want to say “how do you do”
You see God, they told me you didn’t exist,
and like a fool, I believed all this.

Last night from a shell hole, I saw your sky,
I figured right then they had told me a lie.
Had I taken the time to see things you made,
I’d have known they weren’t calling a spade a spade.

I wonder God, if you’d shake my hand,
Somehow I feel that you will understand.
Funny, I had to come to this hellish place,
Before I had time to see your face.

Well, I guess there isn’t much more to say,
But I’m sure glad God, I met you today.
I guess the “zero-hour” will soon be here,
But I’m not afraid since I know you’re here.

The signal; well God, I’ll have to go,
I like you lots, this I want you to know.
Look now, this will be a horrible fight,
Who knows, I may come to your house tonight.

Though I wasn’t friendly to you before,
I wonder God, If you’ll wait at your door.
Look, I’m crying. Me shedding tears,
I wish I had known you these many years.

Well, I have to go now, God, good-bye,
Strange, since I met you, I’m not afraid to die.

Webmaster’s Note: For quite some time, I was under the misapprehension that this poem was written by Michael E. Schafernocker, a 20 year old from Arlington, Texas who was regular Navy, killed when the Navy Seawolf helicopter on which he was a door gunner was shot down in Kien Tuong, South Vietnam, near the Cambodian border on April 28, 1969.

In July 2009, John Scarry of North Carolina sent the following information:

This is a note regarding the poem you attribute to Michael E. Schafernocker, a Vietnam vet born in 1949. I must inform you that he could not have written the poem. I found a copy of the poem in a notebook that my father carried in World War II. I don’t believe that my father wrote the poem (he was not a poet). I don’t know who wrote it, but it was clearly written before Michael Schafernocker was born.

With gratitude to Mr Scarry, and prompted by his revelation, further research has determined that the poem was not written by Shafernocker. A copy of the anonymous poem was purportedly found on his body and the bodies of several other war casualties.