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Sunday, April 4, 2010

Words of my Father

My Father served in the infantry during WWII and fought in the European Theater. This is a poem he wrote after one difficult battle.

Prayer of Thanks

Father we send a prayer of thanks,
for thy protection through the attack,
and Father give us guidance in other battles,
protect the Divisions to which we are attached.

You've cared for us through the darkest hours
and lead us around traps and mines.
Where comrades died, you gave us life,
lead us forward through the lines.

In foxholes cold and sounds of war,
you gave us courage, you gave us light.
We want to thank Thee once again,
Father, for thy protection day and night.

E.V. Hudson 1945

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