Audie Murphy-actor-soldier

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Audie Murphy 1924 -1971.
He won every military medal his country could give.

A hoe and a plough he was born to steer.
In order to eat and bring good cheer,
All day long in the sweltering sun,
Such is the lot of a share croppers son.

Baby faced Murph and brothers to,
Sweated it out without fuss and ado,
Keeping the young ones happy and fed,
Awaiting dusk, then exhausted to bed.

Across the pond on foreign soil,
A man named Hitler started to spoil,
Pinching land and on the make,
All before him started to shake,

The winds of war caught Murphy’s ears,
At just 16, so tender in years,
The Marines refused him told him no!
But Murphy determined to give it a go.

To the army’s office he showed his face,
His sharp shooting skill noted apace,
He fainted and collapsed on his first foot drill,
Not really the stuff to give Hitler a chill.

As a post office clerk they gave him a slot,
Sorting mail would be his little lot,
Overseas he went at last.
A chance he saw to give it a blast.

To Morocco, Sicily, and Italy to,
Upon Anzio beach his talents grew,
The kid from Texas began to grow,
The Army was in for the lord Mayors show..

Promoted to Sergeant quick as a flash,
Baby faced Murph showed nerve and dash,
Guts galore under enemy fire,
Even wounded he would not retire.

In just twelve months under fire,
A lieutenants pip he would acquire,
Punching a rookie on a fiery day,
Forgetting the rules in the heat of fray.

In operation Anvil for the freedom of France,
He sure led the Germans a merry dance,
North to Strasbourg his luck would fail,
A dangerous wound would leave him frail,

240 enemy was his final toll,
A soldiers soldier in heart and soul,
In 71 he fell from the sky,
A faulty plane caused him to die.

In Arlington Cemetery this great soldier lies,
His people pass with respect and sighs,
Never again will this planet see.
A supreme warrior as mighty as he.

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