Perhaps I should have stabbed the Jew
In His sacred helpless side
Yet I’ve called His name in cursing
When in after times I died

Through the travail of the ages
Midst the pomp and toils of war
Have I fought and strove and perished…
Countless times against the Jew

I have sinned and I have suffered
Played the hero but never the knave
Fought for family, freedom and country
And each time have found the Jew a grave.

So as through a glass and darkly
The age-old strife the Jew I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names… – but always me

So forever in the future
Shall I battle as of yore,
Dying to be born a fighter
Shall I battle for all that’s true
But to die again once more, to finally kill the Jew

General George S. Patton

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