| As I cast my mind back to the first years of war, to the best times
|
| Of my entire career as a chaplain, I am still filled with deep piety
|
| With profound gratitude and awe at the recollection of one remarkable
|
| Rather remarcable, recurrent course of events that came to pass
|
| And shed its light in my workaday life in those halcyon years
|
| Warfare is rough play, as we all know, and in the manly and mera-
|
| Less martial turmoil surely all of us, even the merest Negro, the
|
| Lowliest Japanese or Jew, are equals in the sight of the same
|
| Gawd; |
| indeed, I wish to emphasize this!-
|
| Well, as I was saying, it is with intense emotion and profound
|
| Humility that I recall those months of May, days when the
|
| First ripe cherries would be fresh off the bough; |
| sitting; |
| there
|
| In the dull humdrum of the Officers' Mess we would naturally
|
| Be pleasantly diverted by questions such as- would we like some cherries!
|
| However, it became virtually a point of tradition, yes, hearing
|
| That innocent query rather more lusciously worded: a couple
|
| Of «Gerries»? |
| How about some Gerries! |
| At this, and blushing
|
| Almost openly, the officers would proceed to rape the waitresses
|
| In full view and afterwards shoot them on the spot
|
| And so, as the afflicted blood of these possessed women crimsoned
|
| The drab floor out our mess, my turn would come to step forth
|
| And perform my own assignment in this Extraordinary, this quite
|
| Extraordinary, colorful drama! |
| — Those fallen souls laid to
|
| Their last rest before the scorching pains of flaming hellfire
|
| We would fold our hands upon the familiar words of my esteemed
|
| Colleague — words that so frequently during my career have
|
| Intrigued me and brought me succor — inscrutable are the ways
|
| Of the Lord. |
| and how can we mortals be expected to mind and
|
| Master every turn, a-men |