A soul not dead

A soul not dead "Where are they now, the horses who fought for us in France, The horses of the timber and the gun? They shared our toil and triumph and they shared our joy and pain, But we left the, yes, we left them every one. I can see them still, all shivering, with their rumps set to the rain, On the muddy cheerless horse lines of the front. They didn’t make a murmur and they took the worst that came, And when they died, they didn’t even grunt.” Who but a poet with a large soul could pen these lines? Who but a soldier could be guided by this Arab proverb? “Victory is gained not by the number killed but by the number frightened? (Be aware that Obama and his liberal cronies continue to win in their campaign against America by fostering one crisis after another, aimed to frighten the public). Take heart, however, the flawed genius, General George S. Patton, Jr. 1885-1945, should inspire us with his conviction: “Believe me, God is not a hypocrite. He didn’t make a great world like this one, and go to make one on the other side that isn’t just as great.”