Here is a poem I wrote after the system came out and I found I was short on the sufficient number of points to go home. I was not discharged until January 16, 1946:
Points
By Jim Thompson
September 28, 1945
Points! Points! Points!
Are there enough for me?
A point in need, a point indeed
To leave this peaceful sea.
Points! Points! Points!
Afar and near to me,
Of them I’ll boast and drink a toast,
To them today that’s free.
Points! Points! Points!
To God above I pray.
For points two score, and plus four more
My flesh and blood betray.
Points! Points! Points!
This word has swept the land
From sprouting seed to men that lead
On lips and hearts of man.
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