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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 nite from a shell hole I saw your sky,
And figured then, they had told me a lie,
Had I taken 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 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, that I met you today.
I guess the zero hour will soon be here
But I’m not afraid since I know you’re near.

There’s the signal – I’ve got to go.
I like you lots, I want you to know.
Look now, this will be a horrible fight.
Who knows? I may come to your house tonite?

Though I wasn’t friendly to you before,
I wonder, God, if you’d 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, goodbye.
Strange, since I met you I’m not afraid to die.

by Pfc. J. J. W.
Courtesy of Peter Tommaso
World War II