We've moved to a new site - WritingRiffs.com Appreciate you checking this article out at WritingRiffs.com . We'll be deleting all the content on this site over the next few weeks. Thanks! Steve He was charming. Reckless. Brilliant. Rash. Kind and callous. Vicious and violent Yet gentle and a gentleman. Prayed on his knees but cussed like a sailor. His men called him “Old Blood and Guts." When Life Was Worth Less Than Zero This complex man, commanding and savagely fighting during the murderous madness of World War II, when life was worth less than zero, believed himself to be a warrior of old. Of other times. Other places. Many times - many places. He thought about it. Spoke about it. Wrote about it. But hardly anyone remembers ... lost to another time, another place. Magnetic. Majestic. His poem, "Through A Glass Darkly," is an amazing testament to and from a warrior. Each time I read it I marvel at the complex sagacity and intellectual magnificence of this
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