Thursday, September 10, 2020

The Troopers' Prayer

 

The Trooper’s Prayer

Lyrics by John Klawitter, ASCAP

Written for Wounded Warriers,

the Old Spooks And Spies Reunion,

June 2017, Cincinnati.

Inspired by a ballad by Willie Nelson

 

It's been rough and rocky travelin'
But I'm finally standing upright on the ground
Checked out my P.T.S.D.,  and surprised
to find my mind's still fairly sound

 

Tricked by Chi Coms down from China

Pourin’ south across that border wall

Made our point at Inchon

Determined there we wasn’t gonna fall.

Could be Vietnam was the roughest
But I know we’ve said the same about them all
We received our education
In the service of this nation, standin’ tall.

 

Almost ambushed north of Kabul, a little careless

After weeks without a rest.

Sweatin’ up and down the hills there

Don’t really bring out your best. 

 

And near the mosque in Bagdad
When the bad guys strapped the bombs to kids in cars

They nearly tore my ear off

With gasoline they stored in small glass jars.

 

And comin low with napalm blow at six hundred

miles an hour; a little left, a little slow

took out friendlies, I don’t know

 

I don’t believe the eagle shout

“Kill em all, God sorts it out.” 

Open that door, it’s hard to tell

The name of war, it’s total hell. 

 

Yeah, it's been rough and rocky travelin'
With metal legs we’re standin’ on the ground
After takin' several readings we’re surprised
To find our minds’ still fairly sound

Maybe Syria is the roughest
But I know we’ve said the same about them all
We received our education

In the service to our nation, when you called.

 

It's been rough and rocky travelin'
But we're finally standing upright on the ground
Checked out all our vitals  and surprised
to find our being's still fairly sound

And

We received our education

In the service to our nation, when you called.

 

Monday, September 7, 2020

STRIKE! historical novel FINALIST IN 2020 READERS FAVORITE CONTEST!

 Reviewed by Susan Sewell for Readers' Favorite

Settling a debt of family honor, a wealthy Italian World War I veteran journeys to America and becomes embroiled in a war between the employees and their corporation in the stunning historical mystery, Strike! by John Klawitter. After the Great War, Anthony Anselmo's grandfather charges him with the responsibility of remunerating the war widows whose husbands fought in their family sponsored military unit. The last one on Anthony's list lives near Chicago. Leaving behind his disapproving father and their family business, Anthony travels to America. However, feeling responsible for the death of the young soldier, he procrastinates in concluding his quest. To have something to do in the meantime, Anthony takes a job at the local steel mill for a mere eighteen cents an hour. Confounded by the strenuous labor and hazardous working conditions the employees endure, with so little compensation, Anthony joins his new friends and co-workers in a grim battle to bring about necessary changes. While the situation at the steel mill is intensifying, in Italy the Anselmo family is under siege, and someone is out for blood. Will the trouble follow Anthony across the ocean? Between the menacing unscrupulous strikebreakers and the assassin on his trail, can Anthony elude death and finally begin to live for himself?

Intrigue and mystery are at the heart of the brilliant novel Strike! by John Klawitter. Set in the 1920s, the engaging characters, intriguing storyline, and the complex and exciting plot create a spellbinding story. Beautifully written, the mystery is gradually revealed, teasing the reader along. Totally caught up in the drama of each character's life, I didn't want to miss a word; I couldn't put the book down until the very satisfying conclusion. I loved every aspect of the story but was especially fascinated by the historical facets of the plot. This riveting novel will delight those who enjoy intriguing mysteries depicting early twentieth-century industrial America.



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