thedrifter
12-10-02, 07:09 AM
"I CALL HIM BROTHER"
Author:Sgt.Bill Bussey-Able Co. 1st Bn 5th Marines--1951
They said his name was Larry,a grubby, dirty, little man
He looked up when I drew near, then back to his c-ration can
I dropped my pack and sat down beside him, glad to get the rest.
He looked at me with eyes that asked, can he stand the test.
My name's Bill I said, waiting for him to speak, I lit up a smoke.
He looked at me a moment, smiled a little and spoke.
Hi he said, my name's Herschkowitz, that going to be ok with you?
I looked back at him and said,sure. What else can I do.
The squad was short handed, two fire teams instead of three. Four men to a team, but this is about Larry and me.
You see there were thousands of men over there, This is about how an Irishman and a Jew, became a pair
For eleven months, in that forsaken land, we did whatonly young men can.
And during those long hard days, I learned to love that, grubby, dirty little man.
I have many pictures of the two of us, Mutt and Jeff was what we were named,
But I see him most clear, holding a dead friends hand, crying, unashamed.
We finally came home, he a month before I,
And one of the hardest things I've ever done, was tell him goodbye.
I tried to be macho, but I could hardly speak, my emotions played hell with my plan,
I could only watch as he walked away, that wonderful,grubby, dirty little man.
Sempers,
Roger
Author:Sgt.Bill Bussey-Able Co. 1st Bn 5th Marines--1951
They said his name was Larry,a grubby, dirty, little man
He looked up when I drew near, then back to his c-ration can
I dropped my pack and sat down beside him, glad to get the rest.
He looked at me with eyes that asked, can he stand the test.
My name's Bill I said, waiting for him to speak, I lit up a smoke.
He looked at me a moment, smiled a little and spoke.
Hi he said, my name's Herschkowitz, that going to be ok with you?
I looked back at him and said,sure. What else can I do.
The squad was short handed, two fire teams instead of three. Four men to a team, but this is about Larry and me.
You see there were thousands of men over there, This is about how an Irishman and a Jew, became a pair
For eleven months, in that forsaken land, we did whatonly young men can.
And during those long hard days, I learned to love that, grubby, dirty little man.
I have many pictures of the two of us, Mutt and Jeff was what we were named,
But I see him most clear, holding a dead friends hand, crying, unashamed.
We finally came home, he a month before I,
And one of the hardest things I've ever done, was tell him goodbye.
I tried to be macho, but I could hardly speak, my emotions played hell with my plan,
I could only watch as he walked away, that wonderful,grubby, dirty little man.
Sempers,
Roger