Colin F. Jones

~ God and War ~

I took God with me, so I thought,
But found no knowledge of his truth.
Nor, while the grimy rats were caught,
Was there an inkling of such proof
To aid the soldier through the mud
Or through the loud and deafening din
Where they all did the best they could
And died without a glimpse of him.
No gentle hand renewed their eyes;
No prayer to heaven made them whole.
And a hundred times those soldiers died
Before death claimed their wasted souls.
For some who found the wrath of hell
Lost their heaven there as well.

Author’s Note: Many soldiers in Vietnam were deeply religious when they arrived – but were changed dramatically by what they experienced.