Prayer before Battle
The troops are singing fervently, each for himself: God, protect me from misfortune, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, That no grenades strike me, That the bastards, our enemies, Do not catch me, do not shoot me, That I don't die like a dog For the dear fatherland. Look, I would like to go on living, Milk cows, bang girls And beat the bastard, Sepp, Get drunk often Until my blessed death. Look, I eagerly and gladly recite Seven rosaries daily, If you, God, in your grace Would kill my friend Huber or Meier, And not me. But if the worst should come, Let me not be too badly wounded. Send me a slight leg wound, A small injury to the arm, So that I may return as a hero, With a story to tell.
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"The troops are singing fervently, each for himself:..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Alfred Lichtenstein delivers a powerful performance in "Prayer before Battle"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...