We Call On Him, Look God ... I have never spoken to You, But now I want to say, "How do you do!"

You see God, They told me you did not exist, And ... like a fool, I believed all of this.

Last night from a shell hole, I saw your sky. I figured right then, They had told me a lie.

Had I taken the time To see the things you made, I would know they weren't calling A spade a spade.

I wonder, God ... If You would shake my hand; Somehow I feel, That you will understand.

Strange, I had to come To this hellish place, Before I had time To see your face.

Well, I guess there isn't Much more to say; But I am sure glad, God, I met you today.

I guess the zero hour Will soon be here, But I am not afraid Since I know "You" are near.

The signal ... well, God, I will have to go; I love you lots, This I want you to know.

Looks like this will be A horrible fight; Who knows ... I may come To your house tonight.

Though I wasn't friendly With you before, I wonder, God, If you would wait at the door.

Look ... I am crying! Me ... shedding tears! I wish I had known you These many years.

Well, I have to go now, God ... Goodbye.

Strange ... since I have met you, I am no longer afraid to die.

This poem was found on the body of a nineteen-year-old American soldier in Vietnam.