Audie Murphy

Audie Murphy, made out of steel,
Furnaced and forged in a Texas mill.
How do you imagine you make me feel
When our troops are told to take the hill?

Audie Murphy, son of a bitch,
You butcher bastard, you got no brains?
Let me hide here in my dank dirty ditch
In dread of death, afraid of pain.

Audie Murphy, you keep going,
Face all blistered by the barrels heat.
Ground shaking and smelly smoke blowing
Over bloody bones and bits of meat.

Audie Murphy, forgive me, sir.
I wasn't forged of steel the way you were.
Can't you see my knuckles white?
Unlike you, I fear the fight.

Audie Murphy, go on without me at your side.
I'll stay and write the bloody story.
About the battle where everyone died
And of our bravery and our glory.

-----------Glenn Elwood Edwards