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Much That They Have Done

Updated on August 22, 2013
Gettysburg, Pennsylvania
Gettysburg, Pennsylvania
President and Mrs. Dwight D. Eisenhower at their farm in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania on the occasion of their 39th wedding anniversary
President and Mrs. Dwight D. Eisenhower at their farm in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania on the occasion of their 39th wedding anniversary

When's truly time to leave? When battle's won?

When battle's won, the living and the dead

All leave; the dead are gone, the living march.

The wounded leave in wagons, bumping on.


And pity those in town compelled to stay

and care for wounded men, and wash the blood

From red-soaked rugs and all those filthy sheets.

It all won't go away from sheets and rugs.


Then when will people come? When war is gone

And all those people come to celebrate

In groups of years divisible by five

and ten--just add to 1863.


Yet war returned and Germans came to live

And work as prisoners in prison camp.

Yet there were two that slipped away. They came

To beg for food--the farmer called police.


Then war was done, and in came Eisenhower,

And Ike and Mamie bought a farm nearby,

And Monty came to visit them, and Ike

And he discussed the battle while they walked.


The Eisenhowers came one evening--sat.

My family and I sat well behind.

We sat on bleachers while the Army Band

Sat on the field and played. Ike tapped his foot.


And so it goes--they've come to fight and die

and care and work and play and live, and--yes!

Remember. So much more they've done, but we've

Not time. Fear God and walk by faith in Christ.

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