Stories: My Trip To Israel
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| MY TRIP TO ISRAEL
(Written in 1971 at Camp Eagle, Republic of Viet Nam)
BY: John Robert Mallernee
Gather 'round, my comrades
And I'll tell of the day
I boarded a plane
And flew far away.
In Viet Nam, I'd spent
Six months and a year
Living like a dog
And surrounded by fear.
So, I bid "Farewell!",
With leave orders in my hand,
As Trans World Airlines
Flew me to the Promised Land.
The Land of Israel,
The Land of the Book!
I could hardly wait
To have my first look!
After many long hours
Above the clouds we'd trod,
Trans World Airlines
Finally landed at Lod.
In Tel Aviv,
I roomed at the "Park"
And ventured forth,
Happy as a lark.
Bethlehem, Masada,
Jerusalem of Gold;
I visted them each,
And other places of old.
I met a young lady
On my guided bus tour.
Entranced by her femineness,
I thought, "Vive L' Amour!"
From Montreal, Canada,
Is where she came.
But, I was too shy
To ask her name.
All through the trip,
I watched her and stared.
She would never know
How much for her I cared.
We would never meet,
As decreed by the Fates,
For the girl went to Greece,
As I flew to the States.
I bought Yemenite jewelry for Mom,
An antique sword for myself.
Pictures of Israel
Are in albums on the shelf.
Though I'm back in Viet Nam
With my head in a whirl,
I remember Israel,
And I remember that girl. |
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