I Miss The War (Vanderslice John)

I wish the war was on, I know this sounds strange to you. I miss the war-time life, Anything could happen then: Around a corner, behind a door. I miss the canon fire, I miss the air strikes at night. Down on the basement floor, We held each other tight, It rained plaster, it rained glass, We held on for our life. I wish the war was on, I know this sounds strange to you. My poor crippled con, My sad one-legged Jew, I see what it's done to you. I wish the war was on, We really worked together then. Do you remember when You held the horse, I slit his throat, The blood ran, melting the snow? When the meat was carved The children screamed And the women cheered.