The Grave of General Patton
If you find me here
In this foreign place,
Under this simple stone,
Know this,
I am one acquainted with duty.
I walked its appointed rounds,
Life by life, death by death,
From victory unto victory,
Through mud and muck and blood,
By their boots, not mine.
I outflanked the enemy
I owned him,
While ever advancing for the cause,
Making a good show of it for the papers,
And reveling in that moment,
Feeling a little less than a god,
But I lowered my hand on one coward’s face,
Then lowered my eyes to explain
This right decision
To explain this right action,
Then I stood still and stopped
Watching my hour of glory
Pass me by
Listening to the sound of other feet
Taking my rightful place
On the path of history
While far away my interrupted destiny
Came barreling down the street
To meet me
Appearing without warning
Declaring that the true moment had come
Which was neither right nor wrong
And me
In the surprise of that moment
Did not question
For I am one acquainted with duty.