Sense Sonnet - Acher

Old Blood and Guts

George S. Patton, a man of war,
Of World War II to be precise.
A General warrier to the core,
Winning was all, whatever price.
Ivory pistols at his side,
Scornful, brash, arrogantly full.
In war his acts were justified.
In peace he was expendible.
Superiors chose to relieve
Him of command of troops he'd led.
No more victories to achieve.
Shortly thereafter, he was dead.

A passenger in a car wreck.
Such dull dying must have been heck.