Perhaps I stabbed our Savior
\nIn His sacred helpless side.
\nYet I’ve called His name in blessing
\nWhen in after times I died.
\nThrough the travail of the ages
\nMidst the pomp and toil of war
\nHave I fought and strove and perished
\nCountless times upon this star.
\nI have sinned and I have suffered
\nPlayed the hero and the knave
\nFought for belly, shame or country
\nAnd for each have found a grave.
\nSo as through a glass and darkly
\nThe age long strife I see
\nWhere I fought in many guises,
\nMany names – but always me.
\nSo forever in the future
\nShall I battle as of yore,
\nDying to be born a fighter
\nBut to die again once more.
\nby General George S Patton Jnr<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Perhaps I stabbed our Savior In His sacred helpless side. Yet I’ve called His name in blessing When in after times I died. Through the travail of the ages Midst the pomp and toil of war Have I fought and strove and perished Countless times upon this star. I have sinned and I have suffered … <\/p>\n