Audie Murphy
Mar. 21st, 2012 12:48 pm"Oh, gather 'round me, comrades: and listen while I speak
Of a war, a war, a war where hell is six feet deep.
Along the shore, the cannons roar. Oh how can a soldier sleep?
The going's slow on Anzio. And hell is six feet deep.
"Praise be to God for this captured sod that rich with blood does sep:
With yours and mine, like butchered swine's; and hell is six feet deep.
That death awaits there's no debate; no triumph will we reap.
The crosses grow on Anzio, where hell is six feet deep."
Audie Murphy.
Makes me want to see what else Mr. Audie Murphy wrote about his experiences in WW2 and other wars.
If you could give me a link, that'd be great.
Thanks.
Of a war, a war, a war where hell is six feet deep.
Along the shore, the cannons roar. Oh how can a soldier sleep?
The going's slow on Anzio. And hell is six feet deep.
"Praise be to God for this captured sod that rich with blood does sep:
With yours and mine, like butchered swine's; and hell is six feet deep.
That death awaits there's no debate; no triumph will we reap.
The crosses grow on Anzio, where hell is six feet deep."
Audie Murphy.
Makes me want to see what else Mr. Audie Murphy wrote about his experiences in WW2 and other wars.
If you could give me a link, that'd be great.
Thanks.