War is War

Sandy Dickson

It was WWII when German soldiers
Looted French villages for food, wine and women,
All people fled except for one young man,
With his gramma, who’d refused to be driven.

“No Germans’ll drive me out of here,” she quipped,
And soon the German tanks rolled into the village.
The soldiers ran into all directions,
In the ways of war, to search, destroy or pillage.

When they saw this man, they said, “Bring us food.”
He answered, “I have only half a loaf of bread.”
“War is war,” they retorted back to him,
When he brought it, they devoured it then said,

“Now we need wine and we need it quickly.”
He said that a half bottle was all he possessed.
“War is war,” they shouted, so he brought it.
They passed it around and quickly drank all the rest.

“Now what we want and need are some women.”
“There’s only one in the village,” he protested.
“War is war,” they shouted, “now go get her
Or we will have to have you and her arrested.”

He went and fetched his 90 year old gram,

And when they saw her coming toward them   through the door,

Said, “Maybe we’ll let you off this time, son.”
Then Gram shouted, “Not so fast Buster, war is war!”

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