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text-indent: 0em; font-weight: bold; - line-height: 1.5; margin-top: 3em; } - .ph2 { text-indent: 0em; font-weight: bold; font-size: x-large; margin: .75em auto; - page-break-before: always; } - .double {border-style: double;border-width: 4px; } - .blackletter {font-family: 'Old English Text MT', serif; font-weight:bold; } - .x-ebookmaker p.dropcap:first-letter { float: left; } -</style> - </head> - <body> -<p style='text-align:center; font-size:1.2em; font-weight:bold'>The Project Gutenberg eBook of Yanks, by Various</p> -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'> -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and -most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions -whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms -of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online -at <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a>. If you -are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the -country where you are located before using this eBook. -</div> - -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: Yanks</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:0; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:1em;'>A.E.F. verse originally published in “The Stars and Stripes,” the official newspaper of the American expeditionary forces</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Various</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: February 7, 2023 [eBook #69980]</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</p> - <p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em; text-align:left'>Produced by: Richard Tonsing and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive)</p> -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK YANKS ***</div> - -<div class='tnotes covernote'> - -<p class='c000'><strong>Transcriber’s Note:</strong></p> - -<p class='c000'>The cover image was created by the transcriber and is placed in the public domain.</p> - -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i_frontispiece.jpg' alt='He’s been on every front from Château-Thierry to the Rhine CLR, Baldwin Jr. Coblenz—1919' class='ig001'> -</div> - -<div class='titlepage double'> - -<div> - <h1 class='c001'>YANKS<br> <span class='xlarge'>A. E. F. VERSE</span></h1> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c002'> - <div>ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED IN</div> - <div><span class='large'>“THE STARS AND STRIPES”</span></div> - <div class='c003'>THE OFFICIAL NEWSPAPER OF THE AMERICAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCES</div> - <div class='c003'><span class='large'>❧</span></div> - <div class='c003'>G. P. PUTNAM’S SONS</div> - <div>NEW YORK AND LONDON</div> - <div>The Knickerbocker Press</div> - <div>1919</div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c004'> - <div><span class='small'><span class='sc'>Copyright</span>, 1919</span></div> - <div><span class='small'>BY</span></div> - <div><span class='small'>G. P. PUTNAM’S SONS</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id002'> -<img src='images/i_copyright.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c004'> - <div><span class='blackletter'>To</span></div> - <div class='c003'>THE CHILDREN OF FRANCE</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_v'>v</span> - <h2 class='c005'>FOREWORD</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c006'>The A. E. F. was about the most sentimental -outfit that ever lived. Most of it—so it seemed -to anyone who served on the staff of <cite>The Stars -and Stripes</cite>—wrote poetry. All of it read poetry. -“The Army’s Poets” column, in which some -hundred thousand lines of verse were printed -during the course of the Army newspaper’s -existence, was re-read, cut out, sent home, -pinned or pasted up in dugouts, Adrian barracks -and mess shacks, laughed over and, in all likelihood, -wept over.</p> - -<p class='c007'>It was good verse. Occasionally the metre -was out of joint, the rhymes faulty, the whole -mechanism awry, but it was good verse for all -that. For it rang true, every syllable of it, -however the scansion may have halted or the -expression blundered. It was inspired by mud -and cooties and gas and mess-kits and Boche -77’s and home and mother, all subordinated to a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_vi'>vi</span>determination to stick it through whatever the -time and pains involved.</p> - -<p class='c007'>Various anthologies of war verse have appeared -in America. Nearly all have consisted -almost wholly of the work of non-combatant -poets—indeed of professionals—who wrote -smoothly, visioned the horror with facile accuracy -for what it was, and interpreted well—for -people who didn’t get to the war. <cite>Yanks</cite> is -the work of men who got there. It is a source -book of A. E. F. emotion.</p> - -<p class='c007'><cite>Yanks</cite> is composed entirely of selections from -the verse published in <cite>The Stars and Stripes</cite> -during the nine months of its pre-armistice -career, and seven months before the Army newspaper, -according to the pledge of its editors, was -“folded away, never to be taken out again.” -The profits from the original edition were to -have been used to buy fruit and delicacies for -American sick and wounded in overseas hospitals, -and would have been but for the decision of the -Judge Advocate General of the A. E. F. who, -after the publication and sale of the volume, -refused to permit the expenditure of the proceeds -because of a technicality.</p> - -<p class='c007'>The royalties accruing from the sale of this -<span class='pageno' id='Page_vii'>vii</span>volume will be devoted to <cite>The Stars and Stripes</cite> -Fund for French War Orphans, to which 600,000 -American soldiers gave more than 2,200,000 -francs during their stay in France.</p> - -<p class='c007'>This republication is made with the consent -and approval of Newton D. Baker, Secretary of -War, under the direction of the former editorial -council of <cite>The Stars and Stripes</cite>, now associated -in the publication of <cite>The Home Sector</cite>.</p> - -<div class='figright id003'> -<img src='images/i_vii.jpg' alt='John T. Winterich' class='ig001'> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_ix'>ix</span> - <h2 class='c005'>CONTENTS</h2> -</div> - -<table class='table0'> - <tr> - <th class='c008'></th> - <th class='c009'><span class='small'>PAGE</span></th> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Foreword</span></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_v'>v</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Just Thinkin’</span>—<i>Hudson Hawley, Pvt., M.G. Bn.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_1'>1</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>To the Kid Sister</span>—<i>J. T. W., Pvt., A.S.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_3'>3</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Corp’ral’s Chevrons</span></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_5'>5</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>You’re Not a Fan, Pierrette</span>—<i>S. H. C.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_6'>6</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>My Sweetheart</span>—<i>Frank C. McCarthy, Sgt., A.S.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_8'>8</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Dad’s Letters</span></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_9'>9</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Mlle. Soixante-Quinze</span>—<i>J. M. H., F.A.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_11'>11</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Home Is Where the Pie Is</span></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_14'>14</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>How it Works Out</span>—<i>Tyler H. Bliss, Corp., Inf.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_16'>16</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Faith</span></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_19'>19</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>The Orphans of France</span>—<i>Franklin P. Adams, Capt., U. S. A.; Stuart H. Carroll, Sgt., Q.M.C.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_20'>20</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Reveille</span>—<i>Ray L. Huff, Pvt., M.D.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_22'>22</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Full Directions</span>—<i>Daniel Turner Balmer, A.S.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_24'>24</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>On Learning French</span>—<i>Alfred J. Fritchey, Camp Hospital 30</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_25'>25</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>“<span class='sc'>Who Said Sunny France?</span>”—<i>Jack Warren Carrol, Corp., F.A.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_26'>26</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>The Truant</span>—<i>R. R. Kirk, Pvt., G2, S.O.S.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_28'>28</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Tribute</span>—<i>F. M. H. D., F.A.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_29'>29</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_x'>x</span><span class='sc'>Sea Stuff</span>—<i>Steuart M. Emery, Pvt., M.P.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_31'>31</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Letters</span>—<i>Mel Ryder, Sgt. Major, Inf.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_33'>33</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Soldier Smiles</span>—<i>Allen A. Stockdale, Capt., U.S.A.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_35'>35</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Beefing</span>—<i>H. H. Huss, Sgt., Inf.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_37'>37</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>The Tank</span>—<i>Richard C. Colburn, Sgt., Tank Corps</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_39'>39</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>The New Army</span>—<i>R. R. Kirk, S.S.U.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_42'>42</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Toujours Le Même</span>—<i>Vance C. Criss, Corp., Engrs.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_43'>43</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>To the West Wind</span>—<i>William S. Long, Corp., A.S.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_45'>45</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>The Driver</span>—<i>F. M. H. D., F.A.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_46'>46</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Song of the Censor Man</span>—<i>John Fletcher Hall, Sgt., Inf., Acting Chaplain</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_48'>48</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Do You Know this Guy?</span>—<i>Frank Eisenberg, Pvt., Tel. Bn.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_50'>50</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Camouflage</span>—<i>M. G.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_52'>52</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Trench Mud</span>—<i>John J. Curtin, Sgt., Inf.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_54'>54</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>I Love Corned Beef</span>—<i>A. P. B.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_56'>56</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>A Chaplain’s Prayer</span>—<i>Thomas F. Coakley, Lt., Chaplain</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_59'>59</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Billets</span></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_60'>60</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>The Mule Skinners</span>—<i>William Bradford, 2nd Lt., A.G.D.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_63'>63</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>The Old Overseas Cap</span>—<i>Fairfax D. Downey, 1st Lt., F.A.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_65'>65</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Hoggin’ It</span>—<i>Med. Mique</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_67'>67</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>The Man</span>—<i>H. T. S.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_69'>69</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Song of the Guns</span>—<i>Grantland Rice, 1st Lt., F.A.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_70'>70</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Through the Wheat</span></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_72'>72</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Allies</span>—<i>Merritt Y. Hughes, Pvt., Inf.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_74'>74</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_xi'>xi</span><span class='sc'>To Buddy</span>—<i>Howard J. Green, Corp., Inf.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_76'>76</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>The Wood Called Rouge-Bouquet</span>—<i>Joyce Kilmer, Sgt., Inf. Killed in action, July 30, 1918</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_78'>78</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Good-bye</span></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_81'>81</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>The Fields of the Marne</span>—<i>Frank Carbaugh, Sgt., Inf. (Written while lying wounded in hospital; died, August, 1918)</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_83'>83</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>A Nurse’s Prayer</span>—<i>Thomas F. Coakley, Lt., Chaplain</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_85'>85</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Lines on Leaving a Little Town Where We Rested</span>—<i>Russell Lord, Corp., F.A.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_86'>86</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Poppies</span>—<i>Joseph Mills Hanson, Capt., F.A.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_87'>87</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Poilu</span>—<i>Steuart M. Emery, Pvt., M.P.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_89'>89</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>As Things Are</span></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_91'>91</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>The Girl of Girls</span>—<i>Howard A. Herty, Corp., 1st Army Hq.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_92'>92</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>The Little Dreams</span>—<i>Joseph Mills Hanson, Capt., F.A.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_94'>94</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>The R.T.O.</span>—<i>A. P. Bowen, Sgt., R.T.O.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_98'>98</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>The Machine Gun</span>—<i>Albert Jay Cook, Corp., M.G. Bn.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_100'>100</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Our Dead</span></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_102'>102</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Everybody’s Friend</span>—<i>Frederick W. Kurth, Sgt., M.T.D.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_103'>103</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>The Stevedore</span>—<i>C. C. Shanfelter, Sgt., S.C.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_105'>105</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Black and White</span>—<i>Harv.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_108'>108</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>The Ol’ Campaign Hat</span></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_111'>111</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>When the General Came to Town</span>—<i>Vance C. Criss, Corp., Engrs.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_113'>113</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Seicheprey</span>—<i>J. M. H.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_116'>116</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_xii'>xii</span><span class='sc'>Before a Drive</span>—<i>Charles Lyn Fox, Inf.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_117'>117</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Private Jones, A. E. F.</span>—<i>William I. Engle, Pvt., Inf.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_119'>119</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'>“<span class='sc'>Hommes 40, Chevaux 8</span>”</td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_121'>121</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>The Bugler</span>—<i>Lin Davies, Pvt.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_123'>123</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>The Return of the Refugees</span>—<i>Frederick W. Kurth, Sgt., M.T.D.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_124'>124</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>As the Trucks Go Rollin’ By</span>—<i>L. W. Suckert, 1st Lt., A.S.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_126'>126</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Gettin’ Letters</span>—<i>E. C. D., Field Hospital</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_129'>129</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>To the Children of France</span>—<i>R. R. Kirk, Pvt., G2, S.O.S.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_131'>131</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Then We’ll Come Back to You</span>—<i>Howard H. Herty, Corp., 1st Army Hq. Reg.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_132'>132</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>To a Doughboy</span></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_133'>133</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Lil’ Pal O’ Mine</span>—<i>E.S.E.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_135'>135</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Perfect Contrition</span>—<i>Thomas F. Coakley, Lt., Chaplain</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_136'>136</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>When Private Mugrums Parlay Voos</span>—<i>Charles Divine, Pvt.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_137'>137</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>If I Were a Cootie</span>—<i>A. P. Bowen, Sgt., R.T.O.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_139'>139</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>The Lily</span>—<i>Howard J. Green, Corp., Inf.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_141'>141</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Me,—An’ War Goin’ On!</span>—<i>John Palmer Cumming, Inf.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_142'>142</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>The Road to Montfaucon</span>—<i>Harold Riezelman, 1st Lt., C.W.S.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_145'>145</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Vestal Star</span>—<i>Fra Guido, F.A.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_146'>146</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>The Doughboy Promises</span>—<i>Arthur McKeogh, Lt., Inf.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_147'>147</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Old Lady Rumor</span>—<i>C. H. MacCoy, Base Hosp. 38</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_149'>149</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_xiii'>xiii</span><span class='sc'>The Lost Towns</span>—<i>Steuart M. Emery, Pvt., M.P.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_150'>150</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Der Tag</span>—<i>Howard J. Green, Corp., Inf.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_152'>152</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>There’s About Two Million Fellows</span>—<i>Albert J. Cook, Sgt., Hq. Detch.,—Army Corps</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_154'>154</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>November Eleventh</span>—<i>Hilmar R. Baukhage, Pvt., A.E.F.</i></td> - <td class='c009'><a href='#Page_157'>157</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_1'>1</span> - <h2 class='c005'>JUST THINKIN’</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Standin’ up here on the fire-step,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Lookin’ ahead in the mist,</div> - <div class='line'>With a tin hat over your ivory</div> - <div class='line in2'>And a rifle clutched in your fist;</div> - <div class='line'>Waitin’ and watchin’ and wond’rin’</div> - <div class='line in2'>If the Hun’s comin’ over to-night—</div> - <div class='line'>Say, ain’t the things you think of</div> - <div class='line in2'>Enough to give you a fright?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Things you ain’t even thought of</div> - <div class='line in2'>For a couple o’ months or more;</div> - <div class='line'>Things that ’ull set you laughin’,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Things that ’ull make you sore;</div> - <div class='line'>Things that you saw in the movies,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Things that you saw on the street,</div> - <div class='line'>Things that you’re really proud of,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Things that are—not so sweet.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Debts that are past collectin’,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Stories you hear and forget,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_2'>2</span>Ball games and birthday parties,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Hours of drill in the wet;</div> - <div class='line'>Headlines, recruitin’ posters,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Sunsets ’way out at sea,</div> - <div class='line'>Evenings of pay days—golly,</div> - <div class='line in2'>It’s a queer thing, this memory!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Faces of pals in Homeburg</div> - <div class='line in2'>Voices of women folk,</div> - <div class='line'>Verses you learnt in schooldays</div> - <div class='line in2'>Pop up in the mist and smoke,</div> - <div class='line'>As you stand there, grippin’ that rifle,</div> - <div class='line in2'>A-starin’, and chilled to the bone,</div> - <div class='line'>Wonderin’ and wonderin’ and wonderin’,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Just thinkin’ there—all alone!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>When will the war be over?</div> - <div class='line in2'>When will the gang break through?</div> - <div class='line'>What will the U. S. look like?</div> - <div class='line in2'>What will there be to do?</div> - <div class='line'>Where will the Boches be then?</div> - <div class='line in2'>Who will have married Nell?</div> - <div class='line'>When’s that relief a-comin’ up?</div> - <div class='line in2'>Gosh! But this thinkin’s hell!</div> - <div class='line in8'><span class='sc'>Hudson Hawley</span>, Pvt., M.G. Bn.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_3'>3</span> - <h2 class='c005'>TO THE KID SISTER</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>You were only a kid, little sister,</div> - <div class='line in2'>When I started over the sea,</div> - <div class='line'>But you’ve grown quite a lot since I came here,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And you’ve written a letter to me,</div> - <div class='line'>And nobody knows that you wrote it—</div> - <div class='line in2'>It’s a secret—and we’ll keep it well,</div> - <div class='line'>Your brother and you and the ocean,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And nobody’s going to tell.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>You were only a tot when I left you.</div> - <div class='line in2'>I remember I bade you goodbye</div> - <div class='line'>And kissed you, a little bit flustered,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And you promised you never would cry.</div> - <div class='line'>But I know that you cried, little sister,</div> - <div class='line in2'>As soon as I’d gone out the door,</div> - <div class='line'>And did I cry myself? I’m a soldier,</div> - <div class='line in2'>So don’t ask me anything more.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I think of you often, kid sister—</div> - <div class='line in2'>You’re the only kid sister I’ve got—</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_4'>4</span>I know you’ll be good to your mother,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And I know that you’ll help her a lot.</div> - <div class='line'>And whenever she seems to be gloomy,</div> - <div class='line in2'>You’ve just got to cheer her somehow—</div> - <div class='line'>You were only a kid to your brother,</div> - <div class='line in2'>But you’re more than the world to him now.</div> - <div class='line in26'>J. T. W., Pvt., A.S.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_5'>5</span> - <h2 class='c005'>CORP’RAL’S CHEVRONS</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Oh, the General with his shiny stars, leadin’ a parade,</div> - <div class='line'>The Colonel and the Adjutant a-sportin’ of their braid,</div> - <div class='line'>The Major and the Skipper—none of ’em look so fine</div> - <div class='line'>As a newly minted corp’ral comin’ down the line!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Oh, the Bishop in his mitre, pacin’ up the aisle,</div> - <div class='line'>The Governor, frock-coated, with a votes-for-women smile,</div> - <div class='line'>The Congressman, the Mayor, aren’t in it, I opine,</div> - <div class='line'>With a newly minted corp’ral comin’ down the line!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_6'>6</span> - <h2 class='c005'>YOU’RE NOT A FAN, PIERRETTE</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I’ll take you to the Follies, dear,</div> - <div class='line in2'>If there you think you’d like to go;</div> - <div class='line'>I’ll buy you beaucoup wine and beer</div> - <div class='line in2'>Down at the gay Casino show;</div> - <div class='line'>In short, I’ll do whatever task</div> - <div class='line in2'>Your little heart desires to name</div> - <div class='line'>Save one: You must not ever ask</div> - <div class='line in2'>To see another baseball game.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Your understanding is immense</div> - <div class='line in2'>At “compreying” the jokes they spring</div> - <div class='line'>In vaudeville shows—and you’re not dense</div> - <div class='line in2'>Because you like to hear me sing.</div> - <div class='line'>But, cherie, you will never be</div> - <div class='line in2'>The one to set my heart aflame,</div> - <div class='line'>Because you simply cannot see</div> - <div class='line in2'>The inside of a baseball game.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>When you and I were watching while</div> - <div class='line in2'>The Doughboys battled the Marines,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_7'>7</span>Did classy hitting make you smile?</div> - <div class='line in2'>Did you rejoice in home run scenes?</div> - <div class='line'>Ah, no; when Meyer slammed the pill—</div> - <div class='line in2'>They couldn’t find it for a week—</div> - <div class='line'>You turned to me and said, “Oh, Bill,</div> - <div class='line in2'>I sink hees uniform ees chique.”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And did you holler “Atta Boy!”</div> - <div class='line in2'>When Powell zipped ’em, one, two, three,</div> - <div class='line'>And made the Doughboys dance with joy—</div> - <div class='line in2'>Was yours the voice that rose in glee?</div> - <div class='line'>Not so; you made your escort feel</div> - <div class='line in2'>Like one big, foolish, roasted goose,</div> - <div class='line'>When all the bleachers heard you squeal,</div> - <div class='line in2'>“But, Bill, hees nose ees so retrousse.”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>So when you don your new chapeau</div> - <div class='line in2'>Hereafter for a promenade,</div> - <div class='line'>Remember that no more we’ll go</div> - <div class='line in2'>To sit beneath the grandstand shade;</div> - <div class='line'>Your curtain calls are surely great</div> - <div class='line in2'>Where Thespians tread the boards of fame,</div> - <div class='line'>But, Gosh! you can’t appreciate</div> - <div class='line in2'>A good old Yankee baseball game.</div> - <div class='line in32'>S. H. C.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_8'>8</span> - <h2 class='c005'>MY SWEETHEART</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I saw her in a dream as though in life,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Her form, her soft blue eyes, her eider hair,</div> - <div class='line'>Which fell as silken, golden portals, draped</div> - <div class='line in2'>Before her bosom fair.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>She whispered in my ear, “Sweetheart, be brave,</div> - <div class='line in2'>We’ll back you up in all you do and dare.”</div> - <div class='line'>Then bending o’er, she pressed her lips to mine ...</div> - <div class='line in2'>I woke—she was not there.</div> - <div class='line in10'><span class='sc'>Frank C. McCarthy</span>, Sgt., A.S.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_9'>9</span> - <h2 class='c005'>DAD’S LETTERS</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>My dad ain’t just the letter writin’ kind—</div> - <div class='line in2'>He’d rather let the women see to that;</div> - <div class='line'>He’s got a mess o’ troubles on his mind,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And likes to keep ’em underneath his hat.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And p’raps because he isn’t very strong</div> - <div class='line in2'>On talkin’, why, he’s kind o’ weak on ink;</div> - <div class='line'>But he can work like sin the whole year long,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And, crickey, how that dad o’ mine can think!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>When I set out from Homeville last July,</div> - <div class='line in2'>He didn’t bawl the way my sister did;</div> - <div class='line'>He just shook hands and says, “Well, boy, goodbye.”</div> - <div class='line in2'>(He’s got his feelin’s, but he keeps ’em hid.)</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And so when mother writes about the things</div> - <div class='line in2'>That I spend half my time a-thinkin’ of,</div> - <div class='line'>There’s one short line that every letter brings:</div> - <div class='line in2'>“Father will write, and meanwhile sends his love.”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_10'>10</span>“Father will write.” Well, some day p’raps he will—</div> - <div class='line in2'>There’s lots of funny prophecies come true;</div> - <div class='line'>But if he just keeps promisin’ to, still,</div> - <div class='line in2'>I’ll understand, and dad’ll know I do.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_11'>11</span> - <h2 class='c005'>MLLE. SOIXANTE-QUINZE</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Oh, a mistress fit for a soldier’s love</div> - <div class='line in2'>Is the graceful 75;</div> - <div class='line'>As neat and slim, and as strong and trim</div> - <div class='line in2'>As ever a girl alive.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Where the steel-blue sheen of her mail is seen,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And the light of her flashing glance,</div> - <div class='line'>In the broken spray of the roaring fray</div> - <div class='line in2'>Is the soul of embattled France.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Her love is true as the heaven’s blue—</div> - <div class='line'>She will fight for her love till death;</div> - <div class='line'>Her hate is a flame no fear can tame,</div> - <div class='line'>That slays with the lightning’s breath.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>For the sun of day turns fogged and gray,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And night is a reeling hell</div> - <div class='line'>When she swings the flail of the shrapnel’s hail,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Or looses the bursting shell.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>From high Lorraine to the Somme and the Aisne,</div> - <div class='line in2'>She has held at bay the Hun,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_12'>12</span>That with broken strength he may pay, at length,</div> - <div class='line in2'>For the sins that his race has done;</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>For Alsace, torn from the mother land,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Ravished and mocked and chained;</div> - <div class='line'>For Belgium, nailed to the martyr’s cross,</div> - <div class='line in2'>For holding her faith unstained.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Thou Maid, who cam’st, like a beacon flame,</div> - <div class='line in2'>In thy people’s darkest hour,</div> - <div class='line'>Who bade them thrill with patriot will</div> - <div class='line in2'>By the spell of thy mystic power,</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>As thou gav’st them heart to speed the dart</div> - <div class='line in2'>From arquebus and bow,</div> - <div class='line'>Give us to drive, with the 75,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Our bolts on a baser foe,</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>That we who have come from Freedom’s home</div> - <div class='line in2'>Across the western wave,</div> - <div class='line'>Such blows shall give that France may live</div> - <div class='line in2'>As once for us she gave.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>May our good guns play with a stinging spray</div> - <div class='line in2'>On the Prussian ranks of war,</div> - <div class='line'>And smite them yet as did Lafayette</div> - <div class='line in2'>The hireling Huns of yore!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_13'>13</span>May we aim again at a tyrant’s men</div> - <div class='line in2'>As straight and swift a blow</div> - <div class='line'>As at Yorktown came, with smoke and flame,</div> - <div class='line in2'>From the guns of Rochambeau!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Oh, a mistress fit for our soldier love</div> - <div class='line in2'>Is the soixante-quinze, our boast,</div> - <div class='line'>Our hope and pride, like a new-won bride,</div> - <div class='line in2'>But the dread of the Kaiser’s host!</div> - <div class='line in30'>J. M. H., F.A.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_14'>14</span> - <h2 class='c005'>HOME IS WHERE THE PIE IS</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Home is where the heart is”—</div> - <div class='line in2'>Thus the poet sang;</div> - <div class='line'>But “home is where the pie is”</div> - <div class='line in2'>For the doughboy gang.</div> - <div class='line'>Crullers in the craters</div> - <div class='line in2'>Pastry in abris—</div> - <div class='line'>Our Salvation Army lass</div> - <div class='line in2'>Sure knows how to please.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Watch her roll the pie crust</div> - <div class='line in2'>Mellower than gold;</div> - <div class='line'>Watch her place it neatly</div> - <div class='line in2'>Within its ample mold;</div> - <div class='line'>Sniff the grand aroma</div> - <div class='line in2'>While it slowly bakes—</div> - <div class='line'>Though the whine of Minnie shells</div> - <div class='line in2'>Echoes far awakes.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Tin hat for a halo!</div> - <div class='line in2'>Ah, she wears it well!</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_15'>15</span>Making pies for homesick lads</div> - <div class='line in2'>Sure is “beating hell”;</div> - <div class='line'>In a region blasted</div> - <div class='line in2'>By fire and flame and sword,</div> - <div class='line'>Our Salvation Army lass</div> - <div class='line in2'>Battles for the Lord!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Call me sacrilegious,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And irreverent, too;</div> - <div class='line'>Pies? They link us up with home</div> - <div class='line in2'>As naught else can do!</div> - <div class='line'>“Home is where the heart is”—</div> - <div class='line in2'>True, the poet sang;</div> - <div class='line'>But “home is where the pie is”</div> - <div class='line in2'>To the Yankee gang!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_16'>16</span> - <h2 class='c005'>HOW IT WORKS OUT</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>When Jonesy joined the Army he had all the dope down fine.</div> - <div class='line'>Said he, “I’d ought to land the cush, though serving in the line.</div> - <div class='line'>A private’s pay is thirty, then by adding ten per cent—</div> - <div class='line in4'>That’s thirty-three,</div> - <div class='line in4'>And now lessee,</div> - <div class='line in4'>In this here now French currency—</div> - <div class='line in4'>Five-sixty rate,</div> - <div class='line in4'>Makes one-eight-eight,</div> - <div class='line in4'>Or thereabouts; why, hell! that’s great!</div> - <div class='line in4'>It’s more’n enough</div> - <div class='line in4'>To buy me stuff,</div> - <div class='line in4'>And let me throw a swell front bluff.</div> - <div class='line in4'>Because my chow</div> - <div class='line in4'>Is paid for now,</div> - <div class='line in4'>And I don’t need but to allow</div> - <div class='line in4'>A little kale</div> - <div class='line in4'>For vin or ale,</div> - <div class='line in4'><span class='pageno' id='Page_17'>17</span>And maybe some day blow a frail</div> - <div class='line in4'>To vo-de-vee</div> - <div class='line in4'>In gay Paree</div> - <div class='line in4'>Or some live joint like that citee—</div> - <div class='line'>Why, I’ll be flush—besides, Friend Govt. is staking me the rent.”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>On pay day Jones was right on deck, an outstretched cap in view—</div> - <div class='line'>He thought by trusting to his hands some clackers might leak through.</div> - <div class='line'>He’d planned to split his wages among all the leading banks,</div> - <div class='line in4'>But the Q.M.</div> - <div class='line in4'>Just said, “Ahem</div> - <div class='line in4'>Expenses come</div> - <div class='line in4'>To quite a sum,</div> - <div class='line in4'>Though where the tin is coming from</div> - <div class='line in4'>Is not my care,</div> - <div class='line in4'>But your affair.</div> - <div class='line in4'>We’ll have to charge you for a pair</div> - <div class='line in4'>Of leggins lost,</div> - <div class='line in4'>Ten francs the cost;</div> - <div class='line in4'>On board the ship we note you tossed</div> - <div class='line in4'>A cigarette</div> - <div class='line in4'>Into the wet—</div> - <div class='line in4'><span class='pageno' id='Page_18'>18</span>Subs might upon our trail have set.</div> - <div class='line in4'>That’ll put you</div> - <div class='line in4'>Back ninety-two;</div> - <div class='line in4'>Insurance, bonds, allotments, too—</div> - <div class='line'>In short, you owe the Government just eighty-seven francs.”</div> - <div class='line in16'><span class='sc'>Tyler H. Bliss</span>, Corp., Inf.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_19'>19</span> - <h2 class='c005'>FAITH</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I heard the cannons’ monotone</div> - <div class='line in2'>A mile or two away;</div> - <div class='line'>But in the shell-torn town I saw</div> - <div class='line in2'>Two little boys at play.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>From what was yesterday a home</div> - <div class='line in2'>I heard the cannons booming;</div> - <div class='line'>But in the garden I could see</div> - <div class='line in2'>A bed of pansies blooming.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Along the weary, dreary road,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Forspent and dull I trod;</div> - <div class='line'>But in the sky of spring I saw</div> - <div class='line in2'>The countenance of God.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_20'>20</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THE ORPHANS OF FRANCE</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Gone are the games that they should be playing;</div> - <div class='line in2'>Gone are the trinkets to childhood dear.</div> - <div class='line'>Hushed are the voices that should be saying</div> - <div class='line in2'>Words of parental cheer.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Give them the joy that is theirs by birthright!</div> - <div class='line in2'>Give them the smiles they are robbed of! Give,</div> - <div class='line'>Give them the love that is childhood’s earth-right—</div> - <div class='line in2'>Give them the right to live!</div> - <div class='line in10'><span class='sc'>Franklin P. Adams</span>, Capt., U.S.A.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Give, and the baby buds shall grow</div> - <div class='line in2'>In childhood’s sheltered garden plot;</div> - <div class='line'>Give, and the coming years shall show</div> - <div class='line in2'>Each blossom a forget-me-not.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_21'>21</span>Give, and the dawn of lonesome years</div> - <div class='line in2'>Shall turn to a springtime morning mild;</div> - <div class='line'>Give, and receive through a mist of tears,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The blessing of a little child.</div> - <div class='line in10'><span class='sc'>Stuart H. Carroll</span>, Sgt., Q.M.C.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_22'>22</span> - <h2 class='c005'>REVEILLE</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Get up, get up, you sleepy head,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And grab your sox and trou;</div> - <div class='line'>Get up, get up, get out of bed,</div> - <div class='line in2'>You’re in the Army now.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Get up, get up, you carrion beast,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Get up and dig for chow;</div> - <div class='line'>It doesn’t matter what you think,</div> - <div class='line in2'>You’re in the Army now.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Get up and powder, rouge and curl</div> - <div class='line in2'>And dress—no matter how—</div> - <div class='line'>But don’t be late for reveille,</div> - <div class='line in2'>You’re in the Army now.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Get up, you foozle, ninny, boob,</div> - <div class='line in2'>There’s eggs and cheese and ham</div> - <div class='line'>(For officers) and slum for you,</div> - <div class='line in2'>You slave of Uncle Sam.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_23'>23</span>But don’t you fret or don’t you fume,</div> - <div class='line in2'>For honest Injun! How</div> - <div class='line'>Would you have felt if you were not</div> - <div class='line in2'>In Uncle’s Army now?</div> - <div class='line in14'><span class='sc'>Ray L. Huff</span>, Pvt., M.D.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_24'>24</span> - <h2 class='c005'>FULL DIRECTIONS</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>We saw them, but we did not need to ask where lay the Front;</div> - <div class='line in2'>Their clothes were neat and rolls aback, well made;</div> - <div class='line'>They marched with faces wrinkled, not by smiles or many frowns,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Betokening men determined, unafraid.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Once more we saw them, needing not to ask where lay the Front;</div> - <div class='line in2'>Their clothes were soiled, and packs in careless roll;</div> - <div class='line'>They, greeting, made their way along with faces tired yet bright,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Betokening men who fought with heart and soul.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>We need not hear the cannon’s boom to know where action lies,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Nor yet to seek until we find the place,</div> - <div class='line'>For map and compass, signboard, news we’re ever getting from</div> - <div class='line in2'>The look upon the passing poilu’s face.</div> - <div class='line in12'><span class='sc'>Daniel Turner Balmer</span>, A.S.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_25'>25</span> - <h2 class='c005'>ON LEARNING FRENCH</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Like silver bells heard in a mist,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Or moonstone echoes from some brook</div> - <div class='line in2'>Where silver birches wall a nook,</div> - <div class='line'>Or like sea ripples moon-lit kissed,</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Or like a lake of silver ledges</div> - <div class='line in2'>Where iris water-lilies lave,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Or like some lark’s translucent wave</div> - <div class='line'>Of song above white hawthorn hedges,</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The maiden ripples French to me;</div> - <div class='line in2'>But I am like an argonaut</div> - <div class='line in2'>In some mute agony of thought,</div> - <div class='line'>Lost in sound’s sweet tranquillity.</div> - <div class='line in4'><span class='sc'>Alfred J. Fritchey</span>, Camp Hospital 30.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_26'>26</span> - <h2 class='c005'>“WHO SAID SUNNY FRANCE?”</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>It lies on your blankets and over your bed,</div> - <div class='line'>There’s mud in the cover that covers your head,</div> - <div class='line'>There’s mud in the coffee, the slum, and the bread—</div> - <div class='line in8'>Sunny France!</div> - <div class='line'>There’s mud in your eyebrows, there’s mud up your nose,</div> - <div class='line'>There’s mud on your leggins to add to your woes,</div> - <div class='line'>The mud in your boots finds its place ’twixt your toes—</div> - <div class='line in8'>Sunny France!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><i>Oh, the grimy mud, the slimy mud, the mud that makes you swear,</i></div> - <div class='line'><i>The cheesy mud, the greasy mud, that filters through your hair.</i></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>You sleep in the mud, and drink it, that’s true;</div> - <div class='line'>There’s mud in the bacon, the rice, and the stew,</div> - <div class='line'>When you open an egg, you’ll find mud in it, too—</div> - <div class='line in8'>Sunny France!</div> - <div class='line'>There’s mud in the water, there’s mud in the tea,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_27'>27</span>There’s mud in your mess-kit as thick as can be,</div> - <div class='line'>It sticks to your fingers like leaves to a tree—</div> - <div class='line in8'>Sunny France!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><i>Oh, the ruddy mud, the muddy mud, the mud that gets your goat,</i></div> - <div class='line'><i>The sliding mud, the gliding mud, that sprays your pants and coat!</i></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>It cakes in your mouth till you feel like an ox,</div> - <div class='line'>It slips down your back and it rests in your sox;</div> - <div class='line'>You think that you’re walking on cut glass and rocks—</div> - <div class='line in8'>Sunny France!</div> - <div class='line'>There’s mud in your gas mask, there’s mud in your hat,</div> - <div class='line'>There’s mud in your helmet, there’s mud on your gat,</div> - <div class='line'>Yet though mud’s all around us, we’re happy at that—</div> - <div class='line in8'>Sunny France!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><i>Oh, the dank, dank mud, the rank, rank mud, there’s just one guy to blame;</i></div> - <div class='line'><i>We’ll wish him well (we will like hell!) and Kaiser Bill’s his name!</i></div> - <div class='line in14'><span class='sc'>Jack Warren Carrol</span>, Corp., F.A.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_28'>28</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THE TRUANT</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The wise years saw him go from them,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Untaught by them, yet wise;</div> - <div class='line'>He had but romped with the hoyden years,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Unwitting how time flies;</div> - <div class='line'>Whose laughter glooms to wistfulness</div> - <div class='line in2'>At swift, undreamt good-byes.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The wise, grave, patient mistresses</div> - <div class='line in2'>Of his young manhood’s school,</div> - <div class='line'>The wise, grave, patient years-to-be—</div> - <div class='line in2'>He never knew their rule;</div> - <div class='line'>And yet he marches by a man,</div> - <div class='line in2'>A hero, and no fool!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The wise years see him go from them,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Untaught by them, yet wise;</div> - <div class='line'>The lad who played where, yesterday,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Girls’ kisses were the prize!</div> - <div class='line'>They wonder whence his manhood came,</div> - <div class='line in2'>So well he lives—and dies!</div> - <div class='line in14'><span class='sc'>R. R. Kirk</span>, Pvt., G2, S.O.S.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_29'>29</span> - <h2 class='c005'>TRIBUTE</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>There’s tumultuous confusion a-comin’ down the road,</div> - <div class='line in2'>An’ the camouflage don’t nearways hide the dust,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ it ain’t no flock of camions, though some’s carryin’ a load</div> - <div class='line in2'>(I guess the provos winked—or got it fust).</div> - <div class='line'>But now it’s comin’ closer, you can tell ’em by the roar—</div> - <div class='line'>It’s the Hundred Second Infantry a-goin’ in once more.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in8'>Oh, they’ve met the Hun at the length of a gun,</div> - <div class='line in8'>And they know what he is and they mind what he’s done,</div> - <div class='line in8'>So that’s why they sing as they slog to more fun!</div> - <div class='line in8'>You doughboys, you slow boys,</div> - <div class='line in8'>Here’s luck, an’ let her go, boys—</div> - <div class='line in8'>We like you, Infantry.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_30'>30</span>Now us in the Artillery don’t live no life of ease</div> - <div class='line in2'>Nor yet particular security,</div> - <div class='line'>For the present that Fritz sends us one can’t dodge behind the trees,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Unless trees was much thicker than they be.</div> - <div class='line'>But we know our lot is doughnuts, Orders Home, and Gay Paree</div> - <div class='line'>To what you march to singin’, Hundred Second Infantry.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in8'>Oh, there’s numerous blanks in your company ranks,</div> - <div class='line in8'>But there’s two in the Boches’ for one in the Yanks’,</div> - <div class='line in8'>An’ all that he guv, you returned him with thanks,</div> - <div class='line in8'>You doughboys, you slow boys,</div> - <div class='line in8'>Here’s luck, an’ let her go, boys—</div> - <div class='line in8'>We like you, Infantry.</div> - <div class='line in28'>F. M. H. D., F.A.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_31'>31</span> - <h2 class='c005'>SEA STUFF</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Now I’m a soldier, so I ain’t</div> - <div class='line in2'>No hand at art, but say,</div> - <div class='line'>There’s things at sea I’d like to paint</div> - <div class='line in2'>Before I’m tucked away.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>A cruiser on the sunrise track,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Alert to find the morn,</div> - <div class='line'>With every funnel belching black</div> - <div class='line in2'>Into the red, gold dawn;</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>A flock o’ transports, crazy lined,</div> - <div class='line in2'>On blue-green waves advance,</div> - <div class='line'>That sink their bows, all spray an’ dewed,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Hellbootin’ it for France;</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>A manned gun peerin’ out to port</div> - <div class='line in2'>As evenin’ shadows close;</div> - <div class='line'>Beyond, a ship slipped up an’ caught</div> - <div class='line in2'>Against a cloud o’ rose;</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>A crow’s nest loomin’ from below</div> - <div class='line in2'>Across the Milk Way’s bars,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_32'>32</span>Just like a cradle rockin’ slow,</div> - <div class='line in2'>An’ sung to by the stars.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>No, I can’t paint the things I’ve seen</div> - <div class='line in2'>While we were passin’ by,</div> - <div class='line'>But, all the same, they sure have been</div> - <div class='line in2'>Worth lookin’ at, say I.</div> - <div class='line in6'><span class='sc'>Steuart M. Emery</span>, Pvt., M.P.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_33'>33</span> - <h2 class='c005'>LETTERS</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>My buddy reads his letters to me, and, say, he sure can write!</div> - <div class='line'>I have to sit and chew my pen and even then</div> - <div class='line'>The way it reads when I get through I know it’s pretty sad</div> - <div class='line'>As far as composition goes; the grammar, too, is bad.</div> - <div class='line'>But talk about—gee, he can sling the ink to beat the band,</div> - <div class='line'>And picture everything he’s seen a way that sure is grand.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I got him to write a note to my gal and, golly, it was fine!</div> - <div class='line'>I copied it and signed my name, but, all the same,</div> - <div class='line'>It didn’t seem to please her, for she wrote in her reply</div> - <div class='line'>She’d read it several times and it didn’t sound like I</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_34'>34</span>Was sayin’ exactly what I meant, and was I feelin’ good;</div> - <div class='line'>I’m kind of glad she took it so—in fact, I hoped she would.</div> - <div class='line in14'><span class='sc'>Mel Ryder</span>, Sgt. Major, Inf.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_35'>35</span> - <h2 class='c005'>SOLDIER SMILES</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>You may talk of kings and princes,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And the glory of their show;</div> - <div class='line'>You may sing of knights and ladies</div> - <div class='line in2'>In the days of long ago;</div> - <div class='line'>You may paint a vivid picture</div> - <div class='line in2'>Of the wonder worlds to see,</div> - <div class='line'>But the smiles on soldier faces</div> - <div class='line in2'>Look the best of all to me.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>They are gassed and shelled and tortured,</div> - <div class='line in2'>They are muddy, thin, and weak;</div> - <div class='line'>They are shocked and shot and shattered,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And you marvel when they speak;</div> - <div class='line'>They will give their all in battle</div> - <div class='line in2'>That the world may be made free,</div> - <div class='line'>And their smiles amidst their sorrows</div> - <div class='line in2'>Are real miracles to see.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>They have smiled since they were babies—</div> - <div class='line in2'>Laughter, love have been their charms—</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_36'>36</span>And their smiles were patriotic</div> - <div class='line in2'>When their country called to arms;</div> - <div class='line'>They go laughing to the trenches,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Filling fighting lines with glee,</div> - <div class='line'>And with smiles they come back wounded—</div> - <div class='line in2'>Those are smiles that puzzle me.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Kings and kaisers may be mighty</div> - <div class='line in2'>As the bloody brutes of war;</div> - <div class='line'>They may use the worst of weapons</div> - <div class='line in2'>Never dreamed of e’er before;</div> - <div class='line'>But they’re sure to meet disaster</div> - <div class='line in2'>Over land and on the sea,</div> - <div class='line'>For the soldier boys of Freedom</div> - <div class='line in2'>Fight—and smile—the whole world free!</div> - <div class='line in6'><span class='sc'>Allen A. Stockdale</span>, Capt., U.S.A.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_37'>37</span> - <h2 class='c005'>BEEFING</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>It seems I’m never satisfied</div> - <div class='line in2'>No matter where I go.</div> - <div class='line'>My job’s a cinch, my duties soft,</div> - <div class='line in2'>I still find grief and woe.</div> - <div class='line'>If I’m stationed in a training camp</div> - <div class='line in2'>Where drills are very light,</div> - <div class='line'>I holler to be sent up front</div> - <div class='line in2'>To get into the fight.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>When we were in the U. S. A.,</div> - <div class='line in2'>I thought we had no chance,</div> - <div class='line'>And I wasn’t really satisfied</div> - <div class='line in2'>Till on my way to France.</div> - <div class='line'>We’ve been here now about six months,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And if I had kept track,</div> - <div class='line'>I’ll bet I’ve said, a thousand times,</div> - <div class='line in2'>“I wish that I was back.”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And when I was a corporal</div> - <div class='line in2'>I belly-ached around</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_38'>38</span>And thought a better sergeant</div> - <div class='line in2'>Than I’d make could not be found.</div> - <div class='line'>I’ve had three stripes for eight long months,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And still I curse my luck,</div> - <div class='line'>And threaten that I’ll tear ’em off</div> - <div class='line in2'>And go back to a buck.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>For when they try to please me</div> - <div class='line in2'>And dish out first class chow,</div> - <div class='line'>And there’s sugar in the coffee,</div> - <div class='line in2'>I’ll holler anyhow.</div> - <div class='line'>And if I was sent to Heaven</div> - <div class='line in2'>And up there was doing well,</div> - <div class='line'>I wouldn’t, yet, be satisfied</div> - <div class='line in2'>Till I’d got a look at hell!</div> - <div class='line in20'><span class='sc'>H. H. Huss</span>, Sgt., Inf.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_39'>39</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THE TANK</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Oh, she’s nothin’ sweet to look at an’ no symphony to hear;</div> - <div class='line in2'>She ain’t no pome of beauty, that’s a cinch—</div> - <div class='line'>She howls like Holy Jumpin’ when a feller shifts a gear,</div> - <div class='line in2'>But she’s sure a lovey-dovey in a pinch.</div> - <div class='line'>Just head her straight for Berlin and no matter what the road,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Or whether it’s just trenches, trees, and mud,</div> - <div class='line'>And I’ll guarantee she’ll get there with her precious human load</div> - <div class='line in2'>And her treads a-drippin’ red with German blood.</div> - <div class='line in10'>Oh, you tank! tank! tank!</div> - <div class='line in10'>She’s a pippin’, she’s a daisy, she’s a dream!</div> - <div class='line'>Where the star-shells are a-lightin’ up the thickest of the fightin’,</div> - <div class='line in10'>She’ll be sailin’ like a demon through the gleam.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_40'>40</span>If the way is rough and stony and the vantage point is far,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Just slip her into high and hang on tight,</div> - <div class='line'>Shove your foot down on the throttle and to hell with all the jar!—</div> - <div class='line in2'>She’ll take you clean from here to out of sight.</div> - <div class='line'>’Course you’ve got to clean and scrub her same as any piece of tin</div> - <div class='line in2'>That’s worth the smoke to blow her up the flue;</div> - <div class='line'>But just whisper to her gently, pat her back and yell “Giddap!”</div> - <div class='line in2'>And there ain’t a thing she wouldn’t do for you.</div> - <div class='line in10'>Oh, you tank! tank! tank!</div> - <div class='line in10'>She’s a Lulu, she’s a cuckoo! She’s the goods!</div> - <div class='line'>When the Boches see you comin’, they will set the air to hummin’</div> - <div class='line in10'>A-wavin’ of their legs to reach the woods.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>When the last great rush is over and the last grim trench is past,</div> - <div class='line in2'>She will roll in high right through old Berlin town,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_41'>41</span>Her grim old sides a-shakin’ and her innerds raisin’ hob,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Intent on runnin’ Kaiser William down.</div> - <div class='line'>Then she’ll find him and we’ll bind him to her grindin’, tearin’ treads,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And we’ll start her rollin’ on the road to hell,</div> - <div class='line'>Shove her into high and leave her, tie her bloomin’ throttle down—</div> - <div class='line in2'>We’ll say she’s lived her life and lived it well.</div> - <div class='line in10'>Oh, you tank! tank! tank!</div> - <div class='line in10'>She’s a devil! She’s a dandy! She’s sublime!</div> - <div class='line'>When her grimy hide goes hurlin’ through the dirty streets of Berlin,</div> - <div class='line in10'>Watch the goose step change to Yankee double time!</div> - <div class='line in2'><span class='sc'>Richard C. Colburn</span>, Sgt., Tank Corps.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_42'>42</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THE NEW ARMY</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Who are those soldiers</div> - <div class='line in2'>Who go marching down?</div> - <div class='line'>They’re the young fellows</div> - <div class='line in2'>Of your old home town.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The butcher’s son, the baker’s,</div> - <div class='line in2'>His Honor’s lad, too;</div> - <div class='line'>The old casual mixture</div> - <div class='line in2'>Of Gentile and Jew.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Don’t they march manly!</div> - <div class='line in2'>Ay, they step light;</div> - <div class='line'>And soon by the papers</div> - <div class='line in2'>Ye’ll see they can fight!</div> - <div class='line in18'><span class='sc'>R. R. Kirk</span>, S.S.U.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_43'>43</span> - <h2 class='c005'>TOUJOURS LE MÊME</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>No matter how wise or how foolish</div> - <div class='line in2'>The company’s cook may be,</div> - <div class='line'>When down at the table we’re seated,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Two things we all plainly can see;</div> - <div class='line in6'>When we look at the chow</div> - <div class='line in6'>There’s the bosom of sow,</div> - <div class='line in6'>And beans—beans—beans.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>If quartered in city or country,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The cook never misses his aim;</div> - <div class='line'>If messing in swamp or on mountain,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Two things will remain quite the same;</div> - <div class='line in6'>Though it may cause a row,</div> - <div class='line in6'>We get bosom of sow,</div> - <div class='line in6'>And beans—beans—beans.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>When tasks for the day are all ended,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And weary are body and brain,</div> - <div class='line'>Small matter it makes if we’re eating</div> - <div class='line in2'>Indoors, or outside in the rain,</div> - <div class='line in6'><span class='pageno' id='Page_44'>44</span>The cook makes his bow</div> - <div class='line in6'>With the bosom of sow,</div> - <div class='line in6'>And beans—beans—beans.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Of all that I’ve learned in the Army,</div> - <div class='line in2'>This fact I am sure I know well—</div> - <div class='line'>And others are certain to tell you—</div> - <div class='line in2'>The soldier’s worst picture of hell</div> - <div class='line in6'>Is thrice daily chow</div> - <div class='line in6'>With the bosom of sow,</div> - <div class='line in6'>And beans—beans—beans.</div> - <div class='line in8'><span class='sc'>Vance C. Criss</span>, Corp., Engrs.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_45'>45</span> - <h2 class='c005'>TO THE WEST WIND</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>West Wind, you’ve come from There,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Surely my Girlie</div> - <div class='line'>Breathed in your truant air—</div> - <div class='line in2'>Did you kiss my Girlie?</div> - <div class='line'>Seemed then a-sleeping she,</div> - <div class='line in2'>As you passed merrily?</div> - <div class='line'>Whispered she aught of me,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Dreaming full tenderly?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>West Wind, turn back your speed;</div> - <div class='line in2'>Blow to my Girlie!</div> - <div class='line'>Turn back, you wind, and heed—</div> - <div class='line in2'>Hie to my Girlie!</div> - <div class='line'>Elfin-like seeming,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Close to her hover;</div> - <div class='line'>Into her dreaming</div> - <div class='line in2'>Say that I love her.</div> - <div class='line in10'><span class='sc'>William S. Long</span>, Corp., A. S.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_46'>46</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THE DRIVER</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I’m a slouch and a slop and a sluffer,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And my ears they are covered with hair,</div> - <div class='line'>And I frequent inhabit the guardhouse,</div> - <div class='line in2'>I’ll be “priv” until “fini la guerre.”</div> - <div class='line'>But my off horse, she shines like a countess,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And my nigh made the general blink,</div> - <div class='line'>And they pull like twin bats fresh from Hades,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And they’re quick as a demimonde’s wink.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Oh, it’s often I’m late at formations,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And it’s taps I completely disdain.</div> - <div class='line'>And my bunk, it brings tears from the captain,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And the cooties are at me again.</div> - <div class='line'>But when there’s a piece in the mire,</div> - <div class='line in2'>With her muzzle just rimming the muck,</div> - <div class='line'>Then it’s hustle for me and my beauties—</div> - <div class='line in2'>If they don’t they are S.O. of luck.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And when there’s some route that’s receiving</div> - <div class='line in2'>Its tender regards from the Huns,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_47'>47</span>Then we gallop hell bent for election</div> - <div class='line in2'>To our duty o’ feeding the guns.</div> - <div class='line'>The gas, the H.E., and the shrapnel,</div> - <div class='line in2'>They brighten our path as they burst,</div> - <div class='line'>But they’ve never got me or my chevals—</div> - <div class='line in2'>They’ll have to catch up to us first.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I’m a slouch and a slop and a sluffer,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And my ears they are covered with hair,</div> - <div class='line'>And I frequent inhabit the guardhouse,</div> - <div class='line in2'>I’ll be “priv” until “fini la guerre.”</div> - <div class='line'>But my hosses, they neigh when I’m comin’,</div> - <div class='line in2'>An’ my sarge knows how hefty they drag,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ the cap lent me ten francs this mornin’—</div> - <div class='line in2'>Here’s to him an’ to me an’ the flag!</div> - <div class='line in24'>F. M. H. D., F.A.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_48'>48</span> - <h2 class='c005'>SONG OF THE CENSOR MAN</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Oh, I am the man with a mightier pen</div> - <div class='line in2'>Than the chisel the lawgiver knew;</div> - <div class='line'>The snip of my shears is more dreaded of men</div> - <div class='line in2'>Than the sword that Napoleon drew.</div> - <div class='line'>I foil the young man with a nose for the news,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And I stifle the first feeble note</div> - <div class='line'>Of the soldier who ventures to air any views</div> - <div class='line in2'>That he never was paid to promote.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Oh, it’s snip, snip, snip is the rhythmic swing</div> - <div class='line in2'>Of my shears in the morning light,</div> - <div class='line'>And clip, clip, clip is the raucous ring</div> - <div class='line in2'>Of their voice in the starry night.</div> - <div class='line'>I may strike from the calendar all of its dates,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And I rob every town of its name,</div> - <div class='line'>And rarely a letter but sadly relates</div> - <div class='line in2'>The tale of my terrible fame.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Oh, I know all the secrets that ever were told,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Till every unfortunate prays</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_49'>49</span>That the book of omnipotent knowledge I hold</div> - <div class='line in2'>May be sealed to the end of my days.</div> - <div class='line'>On each written syllable, proudly I state,</div> - <div class='line in2'>I pronounce benediction or ban;</div> - <div class='line'>For I’m the personification of Fate—</div> - <div class='line in2'>The redoubtable Censor man!</div> - <div class='line in18'><span class='sc'>John Fletcher Hall</span>,</div> - <div class='line in16'>Sgt., Inf., Acting Chaplain.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_50'>50</span> - <h2 class='c005'>DO YOU KNOW THIS GUY?</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>One hears at sound of reveille,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Straight through till taps is blown,</div> - <div class='line'>“Gimme, lemme take yer razor,”</div> - <div class='line in2'>“Have you got a sou to loan?”</div> - <div class='line'>Or maybe, “Gosh, I lost my towel,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Lemme take yours, will you, Bill?”</div> - <div class='line'>“Have you got some extra ‘Sunkums’?”</div> - <div class='line in2'>“I wanna wet me gill.”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>All through the day it’s e’er the same,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Week in, week out, “Say, Bo,</div> - <div class='line'>I’m just a few francs shy today,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Wot’s chances for a throw?</div> - <div class='line'>You know me, Al, me woid’s me bond,</div> - <div class='line in2'>I’ve never stuck a pal,</div> - <div class='line'>But I simply gotta keep that date</div> - <div class='line in2'>Or hunt another gal.”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Have you an extra undershirt?</div> - <div class='line in2'>The Major’s gonna see</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_51'>51</span>What makes the men so nervous like</div> - <div class='line in2'>And scratch so frequently.”</div> - <div class='line'>“I’m gonna promenade ce soir,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Lemme take yer new puttees.</div> - <div class='line'>Aw, mine’s been muddy for a week,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Loose up, yuh tight ol’ cheese.”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“I don’t know where me money goes,</div> - <div class='line in2'>It takes the prize for speed,</div> - <div class='line'>The next day after we’ve been paid,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Can’t buy a punk French weed.</div> - <div class='line'>Next month I’ll have to slacken up,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Or jump into the lake”—</div> - <div class='line'>But till that old ghost walks again,</div> - <div class='line in2'>It’s gimme, lemme take!</div> - <div class='line in8'><span class='sc'>Frank Eisenberg</span>, Pvt., Tel. Bn.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_52'>52</span> - <h2 class='c005'>CAMOUFLAGE</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>They tell us tales of camouflage,</div> - <div class='line'>The art of hiding things;</div> - <div class='line'>Of painted forts and bowered guns</div> - <div class='line'>Invisible to wings.</div> - <div class='line in4'>Well, it’s nothing new to us,</div> - <div class='line in4'>To us, the rank and file;</div> - <div class='line in4'>We understand this camouflage</div> - <div class='line in4'>—We left home with a smile.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>We saw the painted battleships</div> - <div class='line'>And earthen-colored trains,</div> - <div class='line'>And planes the hue of leaden skies,</div> - <div class='line'>And canvas-hidden lanes.</div> - <div class='line in4'>Well, we used the magic art</div> - <div class='line in4'>That day of anxious fears;</div> - <div class='line in4'>We understand this camouflage</div> - <div class='line in4'>—We laughed away your tears.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>They say that scientific men</div> - <div class='line'>And artists of renown</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_53'>53</span>Debated long on camouflage</div> - <div class='line'>Before they got it down.</div> - <div class='line in4'>Well, it came right off to us,</div> - <div class='line in4'>We didn’t have to learn;</div> - <div class='line in4'>We understand this camouflage</div> - <div class='line in4'>—We said we’d soon return.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>We understand this camouflage,</div> - <div class='line'>This art of hiding things;</div> - <div class='line'>It’s what’s behind a soldier’s jokes</div> - <div class='line'>And all the songs he sings.</div> - <div class='line in4'>Yes, it’s nothing new to us,</div> - <div class='line in4'>To us, the rank and file;</div> - <div class='line in4'>We understand this camouflage</div> - <div class='line in4'>—We left home with a smile.</div> - <div class='line in32'>M. G.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_54'>54</span> - <h2 class='c005'>TRENCH MUD</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>We have heard of Texas gumbo</div> - <div class='line in2'>And the mud in the Philippines,</div> - <div class='line'>Where, if we had legs like Jumbo,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The mud would cover our jeans.</div> - <div class='line'>But never did we get a chance</div> - <div class='line'>To feel real mud till we hit France.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in10'>Our shoes are deep in it,</div> - <div class='line in10'>We often sleep in it,</div> - <div class='line in10'>We almost weep in it—</div> - <div class='line in14'>It’s everywhere;</div> - <div class='line in10'>We have to fight in it,</div> - <div class='line in10'>And vent our spite in it,</div> - <div class='line in10'>We look a sight in it,</div> - <div class='line in14'>But we don’t care!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The mud that lies in No Man’s Land</div> - <div class='line in2'>Is as thick on the other side,</div> - <div class='line'>And where the Germans make their stand</div> - <div class='line in2'>Is where we’ll make them slide,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_55'>55</span>For our hob-nailed shoes will force a way,</div> - <div class='line'>And we’ll knock them cold—for the U.S.A.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in10'>Though we must eat in it,</div> - <div class='line in10'>Wash our feet in it,</div> - <div class='line in10'>Try to look neat in it,</div> - <div class='line in14'>This mud and slime;</div> - <div class='line in10'>Though we get sore in it,</div> - <div class='line in10'>Grumble and roar in it,</div> - <div class='line in10'><i>We’ll win the war in it</i></div> - <div class='line in14'>In our good time!</div> - <div class='line in16'><span class='sc'>John J. Curtin</span>, Sgt., Inf.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_56'>56</span> - <h2 class='c005'>I LOVE CORNED BEEF</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I LOVE corned beef—I never knew</div> - <div class='line'>How good the stuff COULD taste in stew!</div> - <div class='line'>I love it WET, I love it DRY,</div> - <div class='line'>I love it baked and called MEAT PIE.</div> - <div class='line'>I love it camouflaged in HASH—</div> - <div class='line'>A hundred bucks I’d give—in CASH</div> - <div class='line'>To have a BARREL of such chow</div> - <div class='line'>A-standing here before me now.</div> - <div class='line'>I say “YUM YUM” when “soupie” blows,</div> - <div class='line'>I SNIFF and raise aloft my nose:</div> - <div class='line'>CORNED WILLIE! Ha! Oh, BOY, that’s FINE!</div> - <div class='line'>Can hardly keep my place in LINE.</div> - <div class='line'>I kick my heels and wildly yell:</div> - <div class='line'>“Old Sherman said that ‘WAR IS HELL,’</div> - <div class='line'>But GLADLY would I bear the heat</div> - <div class='line'>If corned beef I could get to eat!”</div> - <div class='line'>I love it HOT—I love it COLD,</div> - <div class='line'>Corned Willie never WILL grow old.</div> - <div class='line'>I love it—now PAUSE—listen, friend:</div> - <div class='line'>When to this war there comes an end</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_57'>57</span>And PEACE upon the earth shall reign,</div> - <div class='line'>I’ll hop a boat for HOME again.</div> - <div class='line'>Then to a RESTAURANT I’ll speed—</div> - <div class='line'>No dainty MANNERS will I heed—</div> - <div class='line'>But to the waiter I will cry:</div> - <div class='line'>“Bring me—well, make it corned beef PIE!</div> - <div class='line'>And—better bring some corned beef STEW,</div> - <div class='line'>And corned beef COLD—I’ll take that, too.</div> - <div class='line'>And—now, don’t think I’m CRAZY, man,</div> - <div class='line'>But could you bring a corned beef CAN?</div> - <div class='line'>And—WAIT!—I’m not through ORDERING yet—</div> - <div class='line'>I want a SIRLOIN STEAK—you BET,</div> - <div class='line'>With hash browned SPUDS—now, LISTEN, friend,</div> - <div class='line'>I’ve got the CASH, you may depend—</div> - <div class='line'>Right HERE it is—let’s see, I’ll try—</div> - <div class='line'>Oh, bring a piece of hot MINCE PIE</div> - <div class='line'>And ALL this stuff that’s printed here;</div> - <div class='line'>My appetite is HUGE, I fear.”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Then, when he’s filled my festive board</div> - <div class='line'>With all these eats, I’ll thank the Lord</div> - <div class='line'>(For that’s the PROPER thing to do),</div> - <div class='line'>And then I’ll take the corned beef STEW,</div> - <div class='line'>The corned beef PIE and corned beef COLD,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_58'>58</span>The corned beef CAN I’ll then take hold</div> - <div class='line'>And RAM the whole WORKS into it</div> - <div class='line'>And say: “NOW, damn you, THERE you’ll sit.</div> - <div class='line'>You’ve haunted every DREAM I’ve had—</div> - <div class='line'>You don’t know what shame IS, egad!</div> - <div class='line'>Now SIT there, Bo—See how you FEEL—</div> - <div class='line'>And watch me eat a REG’LAR meal!”</div> - <div class='line in32'>A. P. B.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_59'>59</span> - <h2 class='c005'>A CHAPLAIN’S PRAYER</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>O Lord, I am not worthy to</div> - <div class='line in2'>Be found amid these reddened hands</div> - <div class='line'>Who offer an atoning due,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Themselves, to Thee, great martyr bands.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Let me but kiss the ground they tread,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And breathe a prayer above their sod,</div> - <div class='line'>And gather up the drops they shed,</div> - <div class='line in2'>These heroes in the cause of God.</div> - <div class='line in6'><span class='sc'>Thomas F. Coakley</span>, Lt., Chaplain.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_60'>60</span> - <h2 class='c005'>BILLETS</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c010'>(Dedicated to the gallant peasants of sunny France, -who own them, and the officers of the A.E.F. who made -the selection for the proletariat.)</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c003'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I’ve slept with horse and sad-eyed cow,</div> - <div class='line in2'>I’ve dreamed in peace with bearded goat,</div> - <div class='line'>I’ve laid my head on the rusty plow,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And with the pig shared table d’hôte.</div> - <div class='line'>I’ve chased the supple, leaping flea</div> - <div class='line in2'>As o’er my outstretched form he sped,</div> - <div class='line'>And heard the sneering rooster’s crow</div> - <div class='line in2'>When I chased the rabbit from my bed.</div> - <div class='line'>I’ve marked the dog’s contented growl,</div> - <div class='line in2'>His wagging tail, his playful bite;</div> - <div class='line'>With guinea pig and wakeful owl</div> - <div class='line in2'>I’ve shared my resting place at night,</div> - <div class='line'>While overhead, where cobweb lace</div> - <div class='line in2'>Like curtains drapes the oaken beams,</div> - <div class='line'>The spiders skipped from place to place</div> - <div class='line in2'>And sometimes dropped in on my dreams.</div> - <div class='line'>And when the morning, damp and raw,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Arrived at last as if by chance,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_61'>61</span>I’ve crawled from out the rancid straw</div> - <div class='line in2'>And cussed the stable barns of France.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And sometimes when the day is done</div> - <div class='line in2'>And lengthening shadows pointing long,</div> - <div class='line'>I dream of days when there was sun</div> - <div class='line in2'>And street cars in my daily song.</div> - <div class='line'>But over here—ah! what a change,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The clouds are German-silver lined—</div> - <div class='line'>Who worries when we get the mange?</div> - <div class='line in2'>What boots it if our shoes are shined?</div> - <div class='line'>The day speeds by and night again</div> - <div class='line in2'>Looms up a specter grim and bare;</div> - <div class='line'>We trek off to the hen house then</div> - <div class='line in2'>And climb the cross barred ladder there—</div> - <div class='line'>Another biologic night</div> - <div class='line in2'>Spent in a state sans peace, sans sleep;</div> - <div class='line'>And as I soothe some stinging bite,</div> - <div class='line in2'>I mark the gentle smell of sheep,</div> - <div class='line'>The smell that wots of grassy dell,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Of hillsides green where fairies dance....</div> - <div class='line'>The vision’s past—I’m back in hell,</div> - <div class='line in2'>An ancient stable barn of France.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>We’ve slept with all the gander’s flock,</div> - <div class='line in2'>By waddling duck we’ve slumbered on—</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_62'>62</span>In fact, we’ve slept with all the stock,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And they will miss us when we’re gone.</div> - <div class='line'>We’ve seen at times the nocturne eyes</div> - <div class='line in2'>Of playful mouse on evening spree,</div> - <div class='line'>And the coastwise trade at night he plies</div> - <div class='line in2'>With Brother Louse on a jamboree.</div> - <div class='line'>We’ve scratched and fought with foe unseen,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And with the candle hunted wide</div> - <div class='line'>For the bug that thrives on Paris green,</div> - <div class='line in2'>But cashes in on bichloride.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Perchance may come a night of stars,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Perchance the snow drift through the tile,</div> - <div class='line'>Perchance the evil face of Mars</div> - <div class='line in2'>Peeks in and shows his wicked smile;</div> - <div class='line'>’Tis then we dream of other days</div> - <div class='line in2'>When we were free and in the dance,</div> - <div class='line'>And followed in the old time ways,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Far from the stable barns of France.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_63'>63</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THE MULE SKINNERS</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>A wet and slippery road,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And dusky figures passing in the night,</div> - <div class='line'>The smell of steaming hide and soaking leather,</div> - <div class='line'>The muttered oath,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The sharp command as troops give way to right,</div> - <div class='line'>Then clatter on through mud and streaming weather.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The creak and groan of wheels,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And batteries that rumble down the road</div> - <div class='line'>With pound and splash of hoof and chains a-rattle,</div> - <div class='line'>The driver’s spurring chirp,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The tugging as the mules take up the load,</div> - <div class='line'>And ’bove it all the roar of distant battle.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>All night we do our job,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Hauling the supplies up from the rear,</div> - <div class='line'>Past streams of troops and shell-shot habitation,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_64'>64</span>Through rut-worn road,</div> - <div class='line in2'>By blackened walls without a light to cheer,</div> - <div class='line'>On through the night and storm and desolation.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>This the life we know,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The seeming endless driving and the strain,</div> - <div class='line'>The ever pushing toil, without cessation,</div> - <div class='line'>Necessity to do,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Through biting wind and cold and chilling rain,</div> - <div class='line'>And sleepless nights and lack of rest, privation.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>This the life we lead,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Reckless of screaming shell, and trusting chance,</div> - <div class='line'>A soldier’s humble task, a soldier’s ration.</div> - <div class='line'>But who of us would trade</div> - <div class='line in2'>His soldier’s lot nor want to be in France?</div> - <div class='line'>Who would not live his life in soldier fashion?</div> - <div class='line in6'><span class='sc'>William Bradford</span>, 2nd Lt., A.G.D.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_65'>65</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THE OLD OVERSEAS CAP</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The war of the Trojans and all the Greek crew</div> - <div class='line'>Was fought for the sake of a fair lady who</div> - <div class='line'>Went absent without leave, for weal or for woe,</div> - <div class='line'>And took her permission to Paris to go.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>All Greeks grasped steel helmets and trench knives and tanks</div> - <div class='line'>And wheel teams and chariots and fell into ranks.</div> - <div class='line'>Shipping boards gave no trouble with quarrels or slips:</div> - <div class='line'>The beauty of Helen had launched all the ships.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>All cautioned their sweethearts that since they must go,</div> - <div class='line'>To keep home hearths heated, on flirting go slow;</div> - <div class='line'>For each warrior was off to the battle and strife</div> - <div class='line'>To make the world safe for a good-looking wife.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_66'>66</span>But they’d never have fought if they’d read Helen’s note,</div> - <div class='line'>Which just before leaving she hastily wrote:</div> - <div class='line'>“Menelaus just entered our once happy home</div> - <div class='line'>With an overseas cap on the top of his dome!”</div> - <div class='line in8'><span class='sc'>Fairfax D. Downey</span>, 1st Lt., F.A.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_67'>67</span> - <h2 class='c005'>HOGGIN’ IT</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Well, I’ve eaten food sublime, and I’ve eaten food that’s rotten,</div> - <div class='line'>From Alaska’s coldest corner to where the landscape’s cotton;</div> - <div class='line'>At times there has been plenty, then there’s times when there’s been none,</div> - <div class='line'>And I’ve kept me upper stiffest, for complainin’ I’m not one.</div> - <div class='line'>But it’s now that I’m protestin’—oh, I’ve suffered silence long—</div> - <div class='line'>It’s fancy food I’m cravin’, for me system’s goin’ wrong.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in8'>Oh, it’s bacon, bacon, bacon,</div> - <div class='line in8'>Till your belly’s fairly achin’</div> - <div class='line in4'>For some biscuits or some hot cakes that in your mouth would melt;</div> - <div class='line in8'>There’s no German dog could dare me,</div> - <div class='line in8'>No fear of death would scare me,</div> - <div class='line in4'>If I only had some chicken à la King beneath me belt.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_68'>68</span>Now I read where Mr. Hoover tells the folks to lay off hoggin’,</div> - <div class='line'>We’ll be needin’ lots of grub to put the Fritz on the toboggan;</div> - <div class='line'>And the way that they’ve responded makes you feel so awful proud</div> - <div class='line'>That you’d like to meet old Bill to take his measure for a shroud.</div> - <div class='line'>Lord, it’s plenty that we’re gettin’, but I’d be dancin’ jigs</div> - <div class='line'>If they’d pass an order home to stop a-killin’ off the pigs.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in8'>For it’s bacon, bacon, bacon,</div> - <div class='line in8'>Till your very soul is shakin’—</div> - <div class='line in4'>If I could pick me eatin’, it’s a different song I’d sing;</div> - <div class='line in8'>I’d not miss a raidin’ party,</div> - <div class='line in8'>For patrol I’d be quite hearty,</div> - <div class='line in4'>Oh, I’d swap me chance of Heaven for some chicken à la King.</div> - <div class='line in30'><span class='sc'>Med. Mique.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_69'>69</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THE MAN</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Here today in the sunshine I saw a soldier go</div> - <div class='line in2'>Out of Life’s heated battle into the evening glow.</div> - <div class='line'>He was just a common soldier, one of a mighty clan,</div> - <div class='line in2'>But every watcher bared his head in honor to the Man.</div> - <div class='line'>We stood there at attention, and the flag-draped coffin came,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And we snapped up to salute him, though we never knew his name.</div> - <div class='line'>He was just a common soldier, but we couldn’t salute as well</div> - <div class='line in2'>The best old major general on this bright side o’ hell!</div> - <div class='line in36'>H. T. S.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_70'>70</span> - <h2 class='c005'>SONG OF THE GUNS</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>This is the song that our guns keep singing,</div> - <div class='line'>Here where the dark steel shines;</div> - <div class='line'>This is the song with their big shells winging</div> - <div class='line'>Over the German lines—</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“We are taking you home by the shortest way,</div> - <div class='line'>We are taking you out of this blood and slime</div> - <div class='line'>To the land you left in an ancient day,</div> - <div class='line'>Where lost lanes wander at twilight time;</div> - <div class='line'>We are bringing you peace</div> - <div class='line'>In the swift release</div> - <div class='line'>From the grind where the gas drifts blur;</div> - <div class='line'>On a steel shod track</div> - <div class='line'>We are taking you back,</div> - <div class='line'>We are taking you back to Her!”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>This is the song that our guns keep roaring,</div> - <div class='line'>Out through the night and rain;</div> - <div class='line'>This is the song with their big shell soaring</div> - <div class='line'>Over the battered plain—</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_71'>71</span>“We are taking you home by the only way,</div> - <div class='line'>By the only road that will get you back</div> - <div class='line'>To the dreams you left where the dusk was gray</div> - <div class='line'>And the night wind sang of a long-lost track;</div> - <div class='line'>We are bringing you rest</div> - <div class='line'>From the bitter test,</div> - <div class='line'>From the pits where the great shells whirr;</div> - <div class='line'>Through the bloody loam</div> - <div class='line'>We are taking you home,</div> - <div class='line'>We are taking you home to Her!”</div> - <div class='line in12'><span class='sc'>Grantland Rice</span>, 1st Lt., F.A.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_72'>72</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THROUGH THE WHEAT</h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c002'> - <div>(The Sergeant’s Story)</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“There’s a job out there before us,”</div> - <div class='line in2'>Said the Captain, kinder solemn;</div> - <div class='line'>“There’s a crop out there to gather</div> - <div class='line in2'>Through the wheat fields just ahead.”</div> - <div class='line'>Through the wheat of Château-Thierry</div> - <div class='line in2'>That was soon to hold our column,</div> - <div class='line'>“There’s a crop out there to gather,”</div> - <div class='line in2'>That was all the Captain said.</div> - <div class='line'>(Oh, at dawn the wheat was yellow,</div> - <div class='line in2'>But at night the wheat was red.)</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“There’s a crop out there to gather,”</div> - <div class='line in2'>And we felt contentment stealin’</div> - <div class='line'>Like a ghost from out the shadows</div> - <div class='line in2'>Of a lost, old-fashioned street;</div> - <div class='line'>For the crop out there before us</div> - <div class='line in2'>Brought a kinder home-like feelin’,</div> - <div class='line'>Though the zippin’ German bullets</div> - <div class='line in2'>Started hissin’ through the wheat.</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_73'>73</span>But it didn’t seem to bother</div> - <div class='line in2'>As we slogged along the beat.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“There’s snakes here,” whooped a private</div> - <div class='line in2'>As the bullets started hissin’;</div> - <div class='line'>And we saw that Hun machine guns</div> - <div class='line in2'>In the thicket formed our crop;</div> - <div class='line'>So we started for the harvest</div> - <div class='line in2'>Where a bunch of them was missin’,</div> - <div class='line'>But a bunch of them was hittin’</div> - <div class='line in2'>Where we hadn’t time to stop.</div> - <div class='line'>But we damned ’em to a finish</div> - <div class='line in2'>As we saw a bunkie drop.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>So we gathered in the harvest,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And we didn’t leave one missin’;</div> - <div class='line'>(We had gathered crops before this</div> - <div class='line in2'>With as tough a job ahead.)</div> - <div class='line'>Through the wheat of Château-Thierry,</div> - <div class='line in2'>With the German bullets hissin’,</div> - <div class='line'>“There’s a crop out there to gather,”</div> - <div class='line in2'>That was all the Captain said.</div> - <div class='line'>(Oh, at dawn the wheat was yellow,</div> - <div class='line in2'>But at night the wheat was red.)</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_74'>74</span> - <h2 class='c005'>ALLIES</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The French, the British, and the Portugee,</div> - <div class='line'>Captain, or colonel, or king though he be,</div> - <div class='line'>Gives a salute in response to me,</div> - <div class='line'>Buck private in Uncle Sam’s Infantry.</div> - <div class='line in4'>There’s much that a soldier’s salute implies,</div> - <div class='line in4'>But it means the most when it means, “We’re Allies!”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>In Belgium and France and Italy</div> - <div class='line'>They talk in ways that are Greek to me,</div> - <div class='line'>But the speech of soldiers’ courtesy</div> - <div class='line'>Is a Lingua Franca wherever you be.</div> - <div class='line in4'>With a single gesture, I recognize</div> - <div class='line in4'>That I am one of the Twenty Allies.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I never could tell just why it should be</div> - <div class='line'>That the first salute should be up to me</div> - <div class='line'>In this queer, new army democracy,</div> - <div class='line'>But every commander must answer me,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_75'>75</span>British, or French, or Indo-Chinee,</div> - <div class='line'>Captain, or colonel, or king though he be.</div> - <div class='line in4'>There’s much that a soldier’s salute implies,</div> - <div class='line in4'>But it means the most when it means, “We’re Allies!”</div> - <div class='line in12'><span class='sc'>Merritt Y. Hughes</span>, Pvt., Inf.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_76'>76</span> - <h2 class='c005'>TO BUDDY</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>It’s a tough fight for you, Buddy,</div> - <div class='line'>And it takes a heap of grit</div> - <div class='line in2'>To stick and win</div> - <div class='line in2'>And keep your grin</div> - <div class='line'>When you’re in the thick of it.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>It’s no cinch for you, Buddy,</div> - <div class='line'>When the dreams with which you came</div> - <div class='line in2'>Melt into naught</div> - <div class='line in2'>As you are taught</div> - <div class='line'>The horrid, bitter game.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>It’s a hard pull for you, Buddy,</div> - <div class='line'>And oft times it looks damned blue,</div> - <div class='line in2'>But square your chin</div> - <div class='line in2'>And vow to win,</div> - <div class='line'>And play the game clean through.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>For there’s a great time coming, Buddy,</div> - <div class='line'>A time worth waiting for,</div> - <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_77'>77</span>When Kultur’s done</div> - <div class='line in2'>And all is won,</div> - <div class='line'>And the boys come home from war.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Oh, she’ll be waiting, Buddy,</div> - <div class='line'>And the lovelight in her eye</div> - <div class='line in2'>Will shine with joy</div> - <div class='line in2'>As Her Big Boy</div> - <div class='line'>Goes proudly marching by.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>It’s a hard road for you, Buddy,</div> - <div class='line'>But it’s more than worth the game</div> - <div class='line in2'>To buck all fears</div> - <div class='line in2'>So Mother’s tears</div> - <div class='line'>Will be for joy, not shame.</div> - <div class='line in6'><span class='sc'>Howard J. Green</span>, Corp., Inf.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_78'>78</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THE WOOD CALLED ROUGE-BOUQUET<a id='r1'></a><a href='#f1' class='c011'><sup>[1]</sup></a></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c010'>(Dedicated to the memory of 19 members of Co. E., -165th Infantry, who made the supreme sacrifice at Rouge-Bouquet, -Forest of Parroy, France, March 7; read by the -chaplain at the funeral, the refrain echoing the music of -Taps from a distant grove.)</p> - -<h3 class='c012'>I</h3> - -<div class='lg-container-b c003'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>In the woods they call Rouge-Bouquet</div> - <div class='line'>There is a new-made grave today,</div> - <div class='line'>Built by never a spade or pick,</div> - <div class='line'>Yet covered by earth ten metres thick.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'>There lie many fighting men,</div> - <div class='line in4'>Dead in their youthful prime,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Never to laugh or live again</div> - <div class='line in4'>Or taste of the summer time;</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>For death came flying through the air</div> - <div class='line'>And stopped his flight at the dugout stair,</div> - <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_79'>79</span>Touched his prey—</div> - <div class='line'>And left them there—</div> - <div class='line in2'>Clay to clay.</div> - <div class='line'>He hid their bodies stealthily</div> - <div class='line'>In the soil of the land they sought to free,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And fled away.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Now over the grave, abrupt and clear,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Three volleys ring;</div> - <div class='line'>And perhaps their brave young spirits hear:</div> - <div class='line in2'>Go to sleep—</div> - <div class='line in2'>Go to sleep—</div> - <div class='line in14'>(<i>Taps sounding in distance.</i>)</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c012'>II</h3> - -<div class='lg-container-b c003'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>There is on earth no worthier grave</div> - <div class='line'>To hold the bodies of the brave</div> - <div class='line'>Than this spot of pain and pride</div> - <div class='line'>Where they nobly fought and nobly died.</div> - <div class='line in2'>Never fear but in the skies</div> - <div class='line in4'>Saints and angels stand,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Smiling with their holy eyes</div> - <div class='line in4'>On this new come band.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>St. Michael’s sword darts through the air</div> - <div class='line'>And touches the aureole on his hair,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_80'>80</span>As he sees them stand saluting there</div> - <div class='line in2'>His stalwart sons;</div> - <div class='line'>And Patrick, Bridget, and Columbkill</div> - <div class='line'>Rejoice that in veins of warriors still</div> - <div class='line in2'>The Gael’s blood runs</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And up to Heaven’s doorway floats,</div> - <div class='line in2'>From the woods called Rouge-Bouquet,</div> - <div class='line'>A delicate sound of bugle notes</div> - <div class='line in2'>That softly say:</div> - <div class='line in4'>Farewell—</div> - <div class='line in4'>Farewell—</div> - <div class='line in14'>(<i>Taps sounding in distance.</i>)</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c012'>L’ENVOI</h3> - -<div class='lg-container-b c003'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in8'>Comrades true,</div> - <div class='line in8'>Born anew,</div> - <div class='line in8'>Peace to you;</div> - <div class='line'>Your souls shall be where the heroes are,</div> - <div class='line'>And your memory shine like the morning star,</div> - <div class='line in8'>Brave and dear,</div> - <div class='line in8'>Shield us here—</div> - <div class='line in10'>Farewell!</div> - <div class='line in14'><span class='sc'>Joyce Kilmer</span>, Sgt., Inf.</div> - <div class='line in10'>Killed in action, July 30, 1918.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='footnote' id='f1'> -<p class='c007'><a href='#r1'>1</a>. </p> -<div class='lg-container-b'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Copyright, 1918, Charles Scribner’s Sons.</div> - <div class='line'>Copyright, 1919, George H. Doran Co.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_81'>81</span> - <h2 class='c005'>GOOD-BYE</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,</div> - <div class='line in2'>We’re on the seas for France,</div> - <div class='line'>We’re on our way to make them pay</div> - <div class='line in2'>The piper for the dance.</div> - <div class='line'>To starboard and to port</div> - <div class='line in2'>Our paint-splotched convoys toss,</div> - <div class='line'>Grim thunderbolts in rainbow garb,</div> - <div class='line in2'>We jam a path across.</div> - <div class='line'>Our guns are slugged and set</div> - <div class='line in2'>To smack the U-boat’s eye—</div> - <div class='line'>God help the Hun that tries his luck—</div> - <div class='line in2'>Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The decks are deep with men,</div> - <div class='line'>We’re going out to God knows what,</div> - <div class='line in2'>We’ll be back God knows when.</div> - <div class='line'>Old friends are at our sides,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Old songs drift out to sea,</div> - <div class='line'>Oh, it is good to go to war</div> - <div class='line in2'>In such a company.</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_82'>82</span>The sun is on the waves</div> - <div class='line in2'>That race to meet the sky,</div> - <div class='line'>Where strange new shores reach out to us—</div> - <div class='line in2'>Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,</div> - <div class='line in2'>A long and weary while,</div> - <div class='line'>Through all the drab and empty days,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Remember us and smile.</div> - <div class='line'>Our good ship shoulders on</div> - <div class='line in2'>Along a lane of foam,</div> - <div class='line'>And every turn the screw goes round</div> - <div class='line in2'>Is farther still from home.</div> - <div class='line'>We’ll miss the things we left,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The more the white miles fly,</div> - <div class='line'>So keep them till we come again—</div> - <div class='line in2'>Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_83'>83</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THE FIELDS OF THE MARNE</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The fields of the Marne are growing green,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The river murmurs on and on;</div> - <div class='line'>No more the hail of mitrailleuse,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The cannon from the hills are gone.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The herder leads the sheep afield,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Where grasses grow o’er broken blade;</div> - <div class='line'>And toil-worn women till the soil</div> - <div class='line in2'>O’er human mold, in sunny glade.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The splintered shell and bayonet</div> - <div class='line in2'>Are lost in crumbling village wall;</div> - <div class='line'>No sniper scans the rim of hills,</div> - <div class='line in2'>No sentry hears the night bird call.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>From blood-wet soil and sunken trench,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The flowers bloom in summer light;</div> - <div class='line'>And farther down the vale beyond,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The peasant smiles are sad, yet bright.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_84'>84</span>The wounded Marne is growing green,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The gash of Hun no longer smarts;</div> - <div class='line'>Democracy is born again,</div> - <div class='line in2'>But what about the troubled hearts?</div> - <div class='line in16'><span class='sc'>Frank Carbaugh</span>, Sgt., Inf.</div> - <div class='line'>(Written while lying wounded in hospital; died August, 1918.)</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_85'>85</span> - <h2 class='c005'>A NURSE’S PRAYER</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>O Lord, I must not cry,</div> - <div class='line'>And yet mine eyes contain</div> - <div class='line'>Such floods of scalding tears</div> - <div class='line'>That they will never dry,</div> - <div class='line'>Descending soft as rain,</div> - <div class='line'>Through all the coming years.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Cor Jesu, I must weep,</div> - <div class='line'>When I behold the sight!</div> - <div class='line'>These men who fought and bled,</div> - <div class='line'>Who moan and cannot sleep,</div> - <div class='line'>Their souls so snowy white,</div> - <div class='line'>The wounded and the dead.</div> - <div class='line in8'><span class='sc'>Thomas F. Coakley</span>, Lt., Chaplain.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_86'>86</span> - <h2 class='c005'>LINES ON LEAVING A LITTLE TOWN WHERE WE RESTED</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>We with the war ahead,</div> - <div class='line in2'>You who have held the line,</div> - <div class='line'>Laughing, have broken bread</div> - <div class='line in6'>And taken wine.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>We cannot speak your tongue,</div> - <div class='line in2'>We cannot fully know</div> - <div class='line'>Things hid beneath your smile</div> - <div class='line in6'>Four years ago.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Things which have given us,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Grimly, a common debt,</div> - <div class='line'>Now that we take the field,</div> - <div class='line in6'>We won’t forget!</div> - <div class='line in8'><span class='sc'>Russell Lord</span>, Corp., F. A.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_87'>87</span> - <h2 class='c005'>POPPIES</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Poppies in the wheat fields on the pleasant hills of France,</div> - <div class='line'>Reddening in the summer breeze that bids them nod and dance;</div> - <div class='line'>Over them the skylark sings his lilting, liquid tune—</div> - <div class='line'>Poppies in the wheat fields, and all the world in June.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Poppies in the wheat fields on the road to Monthiers—</div> - <div class='line'>Hark, the spiteful rattle where the masked machine guns play!</div> - <div class='line'>Over them the shrapnel’s song greets the summer morn—</div> - <div class='line'>Poppies in the wheat fields—but, ah, the fields are torn.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>See the stalwart Yankee lads, never ones to blench,</div> - <div class='line'>Poppies in their helmets as they clear the shallow trench,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_88'>88</span>Leaping down the furrows with eager, boyish tread</div> - <div class='line'>Through the poppied wheat fields to the flaming woods ahead.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Poppies in the wheat fields as sinks the summer sun,</div> - <div class='line'>Broken, bruised and trampled—but the bitter day is won;</div> - <div class='line'>Yonder in the woodland where the flashing rifles shine,</div> - <div class='line'>With their poppies in their helmets, the front files hold the line.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Poppies in the wheat field; how still beside them lie</div> - <div class='line'>Scattered forms that stir not when the star shells burst on high;</div> - <div class='line'>Gently bending o’er them beneath the moon’s soft glance,</div> - <div class='line'>Poppies of the wheat fields on the ransomed hills of France.</div> - <div class='line in8'><span class='sc'>Joseph Mills Hanson</span>, Capt., F.A.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_89'>89</span> - <h2 class='c005'>POILU</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>You’re a funny fellow, poilu, in your dinky little cap</div> - <div class='line in2'>And your war worn, faded uniform of blue,</div> - <div class='line'>With your multitude of haversacks abulge from heel to flap,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And your rifle that is ’most as big as you.</div> - <div class='line'>You were made for love and laughter, for good wine and merry song,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Now your sunlit world has sadly gone astray,</div> - <div class='line'>And the road today you travel stretches rough and red and long,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Yet you make it, petit soldat, brave and gay.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Though you live within the shadow, fagged and hungry half the while,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And your days and nights are racking in the line,</div> - <div class='line'>There is nothing under heaven that can take away your smile,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Oh, so wistful and so patient and so fine.</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_90'>90</span>You are tender as a woman with the tiny ones who crowd</div> - <div class='line in2'>To upraise their lips and for your kisses pout,</div> - <div class='line'>Still, we’d hate to have to face you when the bugle’s sounding loud</div> - <div class='line in2'>And your slim, steel sweetheart Rosalie is out.</div> - <div class='line'>You’re devoted to mustaches which you twirl with such an air</div> - <div class='line in2'>O’er a cigarette with nigh an inch to run,</div> - <div class='line'>And quite often you are noticed in a beard that’s full of hair,</div> - <div class='line in2'>But that heart of yours is always twenty-one.</div> - <div class='line'>No, you do not “parlee English,” and you find it very hard,</div> - <div class='line in2'>For you want to chum with us and words you lack;</div> - <div class='line'>So you pat us on the shoulder and say, “Nous sommes camarades.”</div> - <div class='line in2'>We are that, my poilu pal, to hell and back.</div> - <div class='line in10'><span class='sc'>Steuart M. Emery</span>, Pvt., M. P.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_91'>91</span> - <h2 class='c005'>AS THINGS ARE</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The old home State is drier now</div> - <div class='line in2'>Than forty-seven clucks</div> - <div class='line'>Of forty-seven desert hens</div> - <div class='line in2'>A-chewin’ peanut shucks.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>There everybody’s standin’ sad</div> - <div class='line in2'>Beside the Fishhill store,</div> - <div class='line'>A-sweatin’ dust an’ spittin’ rust</div> - <div class='line in2'>Because there ain’t no more.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The constable, they write, has went</div> - <div class='line in2'>A week without a pinch.</div> - <div class='line'>There ain’t no jobs, so there’s a gent</div> - <div class='line in2'>’At sure has got a cinch.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I ain’t a’gonna beef a bit,</div> - <div class='line in2'>But still, it’s kinda nice,</div> - <div class='line'>A-knowin’ where there’s some to git</div> - <div class='line in2'>Without requestin’ twice.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_92'>92</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THE GIRL OF GIRLS</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>When the war god reached out his talons</div> - <div class='line in2'>And showed me the way to the fray,</div> - <div class='line'>My sweethearts shed tears by the gallons—</div> - <div class='line in2'>There was weeping and gnashing that day.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Don’t blame them for crying like babies;</div> - <div class='line in2'>I’m surprised they recovered at all,</div> - <div class='line'>’Cause I sure made a hit with the ladies,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Just one look at me and they’d fall.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Take Evelyn or Peggy or Jennie—</div> - <div class='line in2'>They surely were there with the looks,</div> - <div class='line'>And I’ve never regretted a penny</div> - <div class='line in2'>I blew in on flowers and books.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And Mildred—that kid was a thriller,</div> - <div class='line in2'>A complexion like peaches and cream;</div> - <div class='line'>She was sweeter than Marilynn Miller,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And Phyllis—oh, boy, what a dream!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And now that I’m over the ocean,</div> - <div class='line in2'>I remember them each by their smile;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_93'>93</span>But there’s one who gets all my devotion,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And I’m thinking of her all the while.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>When my clothes need mending and scrubbing,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And only one sock I can find,</div> - <div class='line'>And my knuckles are swollen with rubbing,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Why, girlies, you’re far from my mind.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>My thoughts are for one who is dearer</div> - <div class='line in2'>Than Phyllis or Peggy or Mae;</div> - <div class='line'>Each day that I’m gone she seems nearer—</div> - <div class='line in2'>And she’s feeble, but smiling and gay.</div> - <div class='line in4'><span class='sc'>Howard A. Herty</span>, Corp., 1st Army Hq.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_94'>94</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THE LITTLE DREAMS</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Now, France is a pleasant land to know</div> - <div class='line in2'>If you’re back in a billet town,</div> - <div class='line'>And a hell of a hole for the human mole</div> - <div class='line in2'>Where the trenches burrow down;</div> - <div class='line'>But where doughboys be in their worn O.D.,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Whatever their daily grinds,</div> - <div class='line'>There’s a little dream on this sort of theme</div> - <div class='line in2'>In the background of their minds:</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Oh, gee whiz, I’d give my mess kit</div> - <div class='line in2'>And the barrel off my gat</div> - <div class='line'>Just to take a stroll up Main Street</div> - <div class='line in2'>In a new Fedora hat;</div> - <div class='line'>Just to hit the Rexall drug store</div> - <div class='line in2'>For an ice-cream soda stew,</div> - <div class='line'>And not a doggoned officer</div> - <div class='line in2'>To tell me what to do.”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Here’s a youngster sprawled in an old shell hole</div> - <div class='line in2'>With a Chauchat at his eye;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_95'>95</span>There’s some wide H.E. on the next O.P.</div> - <div class='line in2'>And a Fokker in the sky.</div> - <div class='line'>It’s a hundred yards to his jump-off trench</div> - <div class='line in2'>And ten to the German wire,</div> - <div class='line'>But what does he hear, more loud and clear</div> - <div class='line in2'>Than the crack of harassing fire?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Echoed footsteps on the marble</div> - <div class='line in2'>Throbs of a revolving door,</div> - <div class='line'>And the starter’s ticking signal—</div> - <div class='line in2'>“Up! Express here—fourteenth floor!”</div> - <div class='line'>Click of coins on the cigar stand;</div> - <div class='line in2'>Two stout parties passing by—</div> - <div class='line'>“I sold short and took no chances;</div> - <div class='line in2'>Lackawanna’s too damn high.”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Here’s a C.O. down in his dugout deep</div> - <div class='line in2'>Who once was a poor N.G.</div> - <div class='line'>The field phone rings and someone sings,</div> - <div class='line in2'>“Red Gulch, sir. 12–9–3</div> - <div class='line'>Is spilling lach on Mary Black;</div> - <div class='line in2'>Have Jane retaliate.”</div> - <div class='line'>Two minutes more and he hears Jane roar,</div> - <div class='line in2'>While he thinks this hymn of hate:</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“That north forty must look pretty,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Head high, now, and ears all set;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_96'>96</span>And the haystacks in the meadow—</div> - <div class='line in2'>Wonder if they’ve mowed it yet?</div> - <div class='line'>Crickets clicking in the stubble;</div> - <div class='line in2'>Apples reddening on the trees—</div> - <div class='line'>Oh, good Lord, I’m seeing double;</div> - <div class='line in2'>That’s not gas that made me sneeze.”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Here’s a Q.M. warehouse, locked and still,</div> - <div class='line in2'>At the end of a village street;</div> - <div class='line'>The sunset red on the woods ahead,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And a sentry on his beat.</div> - <div class='line'>The hour chimes from the ancient spire,</div> - <div class='line in2'>A child laughs out below,</div> - <div class='line'>And the sentry’s eyes, on the western skies,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Behold, in the afterglow,</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Row on row of smoking chimneys,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Long steel roofs and swinging cranes,</div> - <div class='line'>Maze of tracks and puffing engines,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Creeping strings of shunted trains,</div> - <div class='line'>Asphalt streets and stuccoed houses,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Lots, with brick and lath piled high;</div> - <div class='line'>Whips of shade trees by the curbings,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Yellow trolleys clanging by.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>These are tawdry thoughts in an epic time</div> - <div class='line in2'>For martial souls to own?</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_97'>97</span>They are thoughts, my friend, that we would not mend,</div> - <div class='line in2'>That are bred of our blood and bone.</div> - <div class='line'>A mustard shell it is very well,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And an egg grenade’s O.K.,</div> - <div class='line'>But we get our steam from our little dream</div> - <div class='line in2'>Of the good old U.S.A.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Cotton fields along the river,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Night lights streaming from a mill;</div> - <div class='line'>Corn, with curling leaves a-quiver,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Dump cars lining out a fill;</div> - <div class='line'>Presses roaring in a basement,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Woods, with waters gleaming through—</div> - <div class='line'>Kaiser Bill, we’ll up and go there</div> - <div class='line in2'>When we’ve rid the world of you!</div> - <div class='line in8'><span class='sc'>Joseph Mills Hanson</span>, Capt., F.A.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_98'>98</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THE R.T.O.</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>O hear the song of the R.T.O.</div> - <div class='line'>With his “40 Hommes or 8 Chevaux.”</div> - <div class='line'>He works in the day and he works at night,</div> - <div class='line'>For the men must go or the men can’t fight.</div> - <div class='line'>They call him here and they call him there,</div> - <div class='line'>They ask him Why and they ask him Where.</div> - <div class='line'>O his cars don’t come, but his cars must go,</div> - <div class='line'>Be it wet or dry or rain or snow,</div> - <div class='line'>If they call for Hommes or they want Chevaux.</div> - <div class='line'>Thus goes the song of the R.T.O.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>O it’s “How we love you, R.T.O.,</div> - <div class='line'>With your ’40 Hommes or 8 Chevaux’!</div> - <div class='line'>Say, whadja do before the war—</div> - <div class='line'>Work in a packin’ house? O Lor’!</div> - <div class='line'>We got an army in here now,</div> - <div class='line'>And we ain’t got room for our packs and chow.</div> - <div class='line'>They’s 40 Hommes aboard, you KNOW,</div> - <div class='line'>So come ahead with your 8 Chevaux,</div> - <div class='line'>And shout ‘Allez’ and away we’ll go.</div> - <div class='line'>O how we LOVE you, R.T.O.!”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_99'>99</span>Heaven help the R.T.O.</div> - <div class='line'>With his “40 Hommes or 8 Chevaux”!</div> - <div class='line'>He’s got five hundred men to load</div> - <div class='line'>On a few small cars and a busy road.</div> - <div class='line'>O the war won’t end if he don’t make good,</div> - <div class='line'>’Cause he’s got to send ’em the men and food,</div> - <div class='line'>Be it wet or dry or rain or snow.</div> - <div class='line'>And they call for Hommes or they want Chevaux,</div> - <div class='line'>There’s hell to pay if the stuff don’t go,</div> - <div class='line'>So Heaven help the R.T.O.</div> - <div class='line in18'><span class='sc'>A. P. Bowen</span>, Sgt., R.T.O.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_100'>100</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THE MACHINE GUN</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Anywhere and everywhere,</div> - <div class='line in2'>It’s me the soldiers love,</div> - <div class='line'>Underneath a parapet</div> - <div class='line in2'>Or periscoped above;</div> - <div class='line'>Backing up the barrage fire,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And always wanting more;</div> - <div class='line'>Chewing up a dozen disks</div> - <div class='line in2'>To blast an army corps;</div> - <div class='line'>Crackling, spitting, demon-like,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Heat-riven through and through,</div> - <div class='line'>Fussy, mussy Lewis gun,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Three heroes for a crew!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Advocate of peace am I,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Which same some won’t admit;</div> - <div class='line'>Say! I’d like to see that crowd</div> - <div class='line in2'>Come out and do their bit!</div> - <div class='line'>Out to where the boys have died,</div> - <div class='line in2'>That peace on earth might come</div> - <div class='line'>Sooner than if He above</div> - <div class='line in2'>Had based His hopes on some!</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_101'>101</span>Whimper not, my friends, when men</div> - <div class='line in2'>Have holy work to do,</div> - <div class='line'>Tuning up the Vickers gun,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Three heroes for a crew!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Anywhere and everywhere,</div> - <div class='line in2'>From Loos to Ispahan,</div> - <div class='line'>Yankee, Poilu, Tommy’s</div> - <div class='line in2'>Been with me to a man;</div> - <div class='line'>Pacifist and fighter, too,</div> - <div class='line in2'>I care not where I go,</div> - <div class='line'>Crashing, smashing at the lines</div> - <div class='line in2'>That shield the common foe.</div> - <div class='line'>Anywhere and everywhere,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Heat-riven through and through,</div> - <div class='line'>Fussy, mussy Browning gun,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Three heroes for a crew!</div> - <div class='line in4'><span class='sc'>Albert Jay Cook</span>, Corp., M.G. Bn.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_102'>102</span> - <h2 class='c005'>OUR DEAD</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>They lie entombed in serried ranks,</div> - <div class='line in2'>A cross atop each lonely grave.</div> - <div class='line'>They rest beneath the peaceful banks</div> - <div class='line in2'>They fought so valiantly to save.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>This ground made sacred by their tears,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Our starry flag above each head,</div> - <div class='line'>For upwards of a thousand years</div> - <div class='line in2'>A shrine shall be unto our dead.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_103'>103</span> - <h2 class='c005'>EVERYBODY’S FRIEND</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>At first we wuz gay as the ship slipped away</div> - <div class='line in2'>From the land where we’d lived all our lives,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ we laughed an’ we sang till the whole harbor rang,</div> - <div class='line in2'>An’ threw kisses to mothers and wives.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>But after a while as we stood there in file,</div> - <div class='line in2'>An’ the people wuz only a blur,</div> - <div class='line'>Things sort o’ calmed down, an’ we jus’ watched the town</div> - <div class='line in2'>Till we couldn’t see nothin’ o’ her.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Say, then we felt blue, an’ you couldn’t tell who</div> - <div class='line in2'>Felt the worst, fer we all darn near cried;</div> - <div class='line'>’Twas jus’ like when night is a-comin’ in sight,</div> - <div class='line in2'>An’ you’ve been where somebody’s died.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>First thing we knew came a roar, an’ it grew</div> - <div class='line in2'>Till I’ll bet that the Kaiser could hear;</div> - <div class='line'>Fer there off one side, lookin’ at us with pride,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Wuz Liberty! Who wouldn’t cheer?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_104'>104</span>I s’pose she’s still there with the crown in her hair</div> - <div class='line in2'>An’ her lamp givin’ light to the land;</div> - <div class='line'>That may all be so, but there’s lots of us know</div> - <div class='line in2'>How we still feel the touch of her hand.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Sometimes in the night when there ain’t any fight,</div> - <div class='line in2'>An’ we’re standin’ on guard all alone,</div> - <div class='line'>Like an angel o’ grace she comes near, an’ her face</div> - <div class='line in2'>Cheers our hearts which wuz colder’n a stone.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>In the thick of a scrap, with sweat oozin’ like sap,</div> - <div class='line in2'>She puts her cool hand into ours;</div> - <div class='line'>An’ like that everywhere, we c’n feel that she’s there,</div> - <div class='line in2'>With her help, and her smile like the flowers.</div> - <div class='line in8'><span class='sc'>Frederick W. Kurth</span>, Sgt., M.T.D.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_105'>105</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THE STEVEDORE</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>We don’t pack no gat or rifle, we don’t juggle pick or spade,</div> - <div class='line'>Nor go stunnin’ peevish Germans in no dashin’ midnight raid;</div> - <div class='line'>But we hit the warehouse early and we quit the warehouse late,</div> - <div class='line'>And there ain’t no G.O. limits on the speed we truck the freight.</div> - <div class='line'>We don’t hike along the roadway in them iron derby hats</div> - <div class='line'>While the shrapnel punctuates the breeze and gas floats o’er the flats;</div> - <div class='line'>We just dodge the fallin’ cases and we slap them back on high,</div> - <div class='line'>For it’s just a pile o’ pilin’ in the Service of Supply.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>No, we ain’t no snappy soldiers, and our daily round of drills</div> - <div class='line'>Includes a lot of movements minus military thrills;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_106'>106</span>But we drill them bloomin’ box cars, double timin’ on the bends,</div> - <div class='line'>And we slam them full of boxes till they’re bulgin’ at the ends.</div> - <div class='line'>We ain’t sniped no Fritzie snipers, and we ain’t wrecked no tanks,</div> - <div class='line'>And we don’t go dashin’ forward with the ever-thinnin’ ranks;</div> - <div class='line'>But some nights we gets an order for a shipment on the fly,</div> - <div class='line'>Then we plug right through till mornin’, in the Service of Supply.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>We ain’t got no dugout movies, nor a Charlie Chaplin laugh;</div> - <div class='line'>We ain’t got no handsome colonel with his neat and nifty staff,</div> - <div class='line'>Nor a brave and fearless captain with a flashing sword and gun</div> - <div class='line'>To yell, “Now up and at ’em, boys! We’ve got ’em on the run!”</div> - <div class='line'>We ain’t soaring round in biplanes, punching holes in Boche balloons,</div> - <div class='line'>Nor corralling frightened Fritzies by battalions and platoons,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_107'>107</span>But when they yell, “Rush order!” then we get around right spry,</div> - <div class='line'>For the boys are up there waitin’—on the Service of Supply.</div> - <div class='line in16'><span class='sc'>C. C. Shanfelter</span>, Sgt., S.C.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_108'>108</span> - <h2 class='c005'>BLACK AND WHITE</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I was like the child</div> - <div class='line'>Who believed there was</div> - <div class='line'>A Santa Claus</div> - <div class='line'>But had never seen him,</div> - <div class='line'>Only</div> - <div class='line'>I have seen another world</div> - <div class='line'>And know it exists.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I used to think that</div> - <div class='line'>There was only one world—</div> - <div class='line'>A world of</div> - <div class='line'>Mud</div> - <div class='line'>And bursting shells</div> - <div class='line'>Which killed and wounded</div> - <div class='line'>Me and my pals;</div> - <div class='line'>A world of</div> - <div class='line'>Hizzing bullets</div> - <div class='line'>And mustard gas,</div> - <div class='line'>And cold, sleepless nights,</div> - <div class='line'>And no food for days,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_109'>109</span>And Huns who cried</div> - <div class='line'>“Kamerad!”</div> - <div class='line'>(When their ammunition was gone),</div> - <div class='line'>And filthy clothes,</div> - <div class='line'>And cooties</div> - <div class='line'>And cooties</div> - <div class='line'>And cooties.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>But now I know that there is also</div> - <div class='line'>A world of—</div> - <div class='line'>Clean sheets and pajamas,</div> - <div class='line'>And good food</div> - <div class='line'>And plenty of it,</div> - <div class='line'>And kind, gentle women</div> - <div class='line'>In white</div> - <div class='line'>Who give you cocoa and soup,</div> - <div class='line'>And doctors who give you more than</div> - <div class='line'>“C.C.” pills,</div> - <div class='line'>And peaceful days</div> - <div class='line'>Without a single shell,</div> - <div class='line'>And peaceful nights,</div> - <div class='line'>And officers who wear white collars</div> - <div class='line'>And have only heard of cooties,</div> - <div class='line'>And visitors who sit on your bed</div> - <div class='line'>And murmur “How thrilling,”</div> - <div class='line'>And street cars and taxis,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_110'>110</span>And buildings without</div> - <div class='line'>A single shell hole in them,</div> - <div class='line'>And everything</div> - <div class='line'>I only dreamed of before.</div> - <div class='line'>Gosh! but it’s a wonderful war—</div> - <div class='line'>BACK HERE.</div> - <div class='line in30'><span class='sc'>Harv.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_111'>111</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THE OL’ CAMPAIGN HAT</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>No more against a battle sky with swooping pilots lined,</div> - <div class='line'>No more where charging heroes die my peakéd top you’ll find.</div> - <div class='line'>In training camps and peaceful climes the war is not for me,</div> - <div class='line'>Yet still I dream of other times and what I used to be.</div> - <div class='line'>The Mauser crackles once again—the smoky Springfield roar</div> - <div class='line'>Avenges those who manned the <i>Maine</i> upon the Cuban shore.</div> - <div class='line'>Fedora-style I did my bit in jungle sun and dirt,</div> - <div class='line'>And now I’ve got a mortal hit, just like the old blue shirt!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I hear the tingling ’Frisco cheers, the squat “Kilpatrick” sway,</div> - <div class='line'>As boldly swung we from the piers, Manila months away.</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_112'>112</span>Luzon, Panay—I saw them all, Pekin was not the least—</div> - <div class='line'>O I have felt the siren call that sweeps from out the East.</div> - <div class='line'>Below the line of Capricorn in divers times and places</div> - <div class='line'>I’ve heard retreating yowls of scorn from herds of Spiggot races.</div> - <div class='line'>The Rio Grande and Vera Cruz—I knew them like a map,</div> - <div class='line'>And now it looks as though I lose—the jackpot to a cap!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>No more against a blazing sky where hard-pressed Fokkers flee,</div> - <div class='line'>No more where charging heroes die, my peakéd top you’ll see.</div> - <div class='line'>The trade mark of the Johnnie’s gone, but, just between us two,</div> - <div class='line'>I’ll bet you I come back again when this damn war is through!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_113'>113</span> - <h2 class='c005'>WHEN THE GENERAL CAME TO TOWN</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>We wuz workin’ in th’ offus—</div> - <div class='line in2'>That is, all exceptin’ me—</div> - <div class='line'>An’ I wuz jest a-settin’,</div> - <div class='line in2'>As a orderly should be,</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>When a feller wearin’ eagles</div> - <div class='line in2'>Perchin’ on his shoulder straps,</div> - <div class='line'>Poked his head right in th’ winder,</div> - <div class='line in2'>An’ he talks right out an’ snaps,</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Who’s th’ officer commandin’</div> - <div class='line in2'>Over this detachment here?”</div> - <div class='line'>An’ th’ looey he salutes him,</div> - <div class='line in2'>While us rest wuz feelin’ queer.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“I am, sir,” th’ looey tells him,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Wonderin’ what th’ row’s about.</div> - <div class='line'>“Pershing’s comin’ in five minits,”</div> - <div class='line in2'>Says th’ kernel. “All troops out.”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Gosh, how we did hurry,</div> - <div class='line in2'>For we looked a doggone fright—</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_114'>114</span>Some had hats a-missin’,</div> - <div class='line in2'>An’ they warn’t a coat in sight.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>First we cleaned up in th’ offus,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Then we swept up in th’ street,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ it wasn’t many seconds</div> - <div class='line in2'>Till th’ place wuz hard t’ beat.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Next we hunted up our clothin’,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Borried some an’ swiped some more,</div> - <div class='line'>Then th’ looey got us standin’</div> - <div class='line in2'>In a line afore th’ door.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Mighty soon around th’ corner</div> - <div class='line in2'>Come two scrumptious lookin’ cars,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ they wasn’t any licence</div> - <div class='line in2'>On th’ first one—’cept four stars.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>When the car had stopped right sudden,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Then th’ gineral he stepped out,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ without much parley-vooin’</div> - <div class='line in2'>He begin t’ look about.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>They wuz lots o’ darkey soldiers</div> - <div class='line in2'>What wuz lined up in a row,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ he shore looked at ’em careful,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Walkin’ past ’em mighty slow.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_115'>115</span>An’ th’ Frenchmen come a-flockin’,</div> - <div class='line in2'>An’ they couldn’t understand</div> - <div class='line'>Why he warn’t a-wearin’ medals,</div> - <div class='line in2'>An’ gold braid t’ beat th’ band.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Then he made a little lectur,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Givin’ all them Frenchmen thanks,</div> - <div class='line'>Since they’d acted mighty kind-like</div> - <div class='line in2'>In a-dealin’ with his Yanks.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>All th’ peepul started clappin’</div> - <div class='line in2'>When his talk kum to a close,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ a purty little lassie</div> - <div class='line in2'>Offered him a dandy rose.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Shore he tuk it, smilin’ pleasant,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Like a gift he couldn’t miss—</div> - <div class='line'>An’ th’ little maid wuz happy</div> - <div class='line in2'>When he paid her with a kiss.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Then he stepped into his auto,</div> - <div class='line in2'>An’ he hurried on his way—</div> - <div class='line'>While us guys went back t’ workin’,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Feelin’ we had had SOME day.</div> - <div class='line in10'><span class='sc'>Vance C. Criss</span>, Corp., Engrs.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_116'>116</span> - <h2 class='c005'>SEICHEPREY</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>A handful came to Seicheprey</div> - <div class='line in2'>When winter woods were bare,</div> - <div class='line'>When ice was in the trenches</div> - <div class='line in2'>And snow was in the air.</div> - <div class='line'>The foe looked down on Seicheprey</div> - <div class='line in2'>And laughed to see them there.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The months crept by at Seicheprey</div> - <div class='line in2'>The growing handful stayed,</div> - <div class='line'>With growling guns at midnight,</div> - <div class='line in2'>At dawn, the lightning raid,</div> - <div class='line'>And learned, in Seicheprey trenches,</div> - <div class='line in2'>How war’s red game is played.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>September came to Seicheprey;</div> - <div class='line in2'>A slow-wrought host arose</div> - <div class='line'>And rolled across the trenches</div> - <div class='line in2'>And whelmed its sneering foes,</div> - <div class='line'>And left to shattered Seicheprey</div> - <div class='line in2'>Unending, sweet repose.</div> - <div class='line in30'>J. M. H.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_117'>117</span> - <h2 class='c005'>BEFORE A DRIVE</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Loud spitting motor truck and wagon trains,</div> - <div class='line'>And caissons and guns and Infantry,</div> - <div class='line'>All jammed together in the dark</div> - <div class='line'>And mud and rain of northern France,</div> - <div class='line'>Moving toward the Front.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Night after night it had been thus,</div> - <div class='line'>With days of hard, relentless drudgery</div> - <div class='line'>Spent over maps of war and battle plans,</div> - <div class='line'>With one or two or three, perhaps,</div> - <div class='line'>Short hours of sleep in every twenty-four,</div> - <div class='line'>Only what chance afforded,</div> - <div class='line'>Till I had lost all trace of time.</div> - <div class='line'>Day meant but heavy toil,</div> - <div class='line'>And night dull tramping onward in the mud,</div> - <div class='line'>Buffeted about by caissons and guns and motor trucks;</div> - <div class='line'>Life was but mud and rain and weary men.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And then—one evening ere the march began,</div> - <div class='line'>I chanced to pause and gaze into the West,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_118'>118</span>And there was all the beauty of the world</div> - <div class='line'>Lying a-top the rain-bejewelled trees</div> - <div class='line'>In stripes of crimson, lavender, and blue,</div> - <div class='line'>And all the other colors known to man!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Then darkness came, and I was tramping northward once again,</div> - <div class='line'>Buffeted about by caissons and guns and motor trucks.</div> - <div class='line'>But lo! the road that night was smooth;</div> - <div class='line'>My feet were steady and my heart was gay,</div> - <div class='line'>For I had looked into the West I love</div> - <div class='line'>And there had seen the magic of your smile.</div> - <div class='line in18'><span class='sc'>Charles Lyn Fox</span>, Inf.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_119'>119</span> - <h2 class='c005'>PRIVATE JONES, A. E. F.</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Who is the boy and what does he do, and what do the gold stripes mean?</div> - <div class='line'>And why is his mouth so grim and hard while those eyes of his are a-dream?</div> - <div class='line'>Only a private soldier, eh, and he holds his head that high?</div> - <div class='line'>Putting on airs a bit, I’d say; nothing about him that’s shy.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“He’s been through hell three times, you say, and turned up with a grin?</div> - <div class='line'>He’s faced the great unknown so much it holds no fear for him?</div> - <div class='line'>He’s seen the highest lights of life and deepest shadows, too?</div> - <div class='line'>He knows what glory means when mixed with mud, red blood and blue?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“He’s slept in the slush and rain and hummed a tune as the big guns barked?</div> - <div class='line'>He’s eaten a single meal a day, and kept ragtime in his heart?</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_120'>120</span>He’s fallen three times, you say, in the dark, with limp, still things around,</div> - <div class='line'>And he called the nurse ‘kid’ and asked her to help him get back to that ground?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“No wonder the mouth is grim and set, no wonder the eyes a-dream;</div> - <div class='line'>The best and worst in life and death the plain buck private has seen.</div> - <div class='line'>Ah, well, I suppose he’d like to quit and get an easier job.</div> - <div class='line'>No? Not he? He told you, you say, he wouldn’t trade bunks with God?”</div> - <div class='line in12'><span class='sc'>William I. Engle</span>, Pvt., Inf.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_121'>121</span> - <h2 class='c005'>“HOMMES 40, CHEVAUX 8”</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Roll, roll, roll, over the rails of France,</div> - <div class='line'>See the world and its map unfurled, five centimes in your pants.</div> - <div class='line'>What a noble trip, jolt and jog and jar,</div> - <div class='line'>Forty we, with Equipment C in one flat-wheeled box-car.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in6'>We are packed by hand,</div> - <div class='line in8'>Shoved aboard in ’teens,</div> - <div class='line in6'>Pour a little oil on us</div> - <div class='line in8'>And we would be sardines.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Rations? Oo-la-la! and how we love the man</div> - <div class='line'>Who learned how to intern our chow in a cold and clammy can.</div> - <div class='line'>Beans and beef and beans, beef and beans and beef,</div> - <div class='line'>Willie raw, he will win the war, take in your belt a reef.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in6'><span class='pageno' id='Page_122'>122</span>Mess kits flown the coop,</div> - <div class='line in8'>Cups gone up the spout;</div> - <div class='line in6'>Use your thumbs for issue forks,</div> - <div class='line in8'>And pass the bull about.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Hit the floor for bunk, six hommes to one homme’s place;</div> - <div class='line'>It’s no fair to the bottom layer to kick ’em in the face.</div> - <div class='line'>Move the corp’ral’s feet out of my left ear;</div> - <div class='line'>Lay off, sarge, you are much too large, I’m not a bedsack, dear.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in6'>Lift my head up, please,</div> - <div class='line in8'>From this bag of bread;</div> - <div class='line in6'>Put it on somebody’s chest,</div> - <div class='line in8'>Then I’ll sleep like the dead.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Roll, roll, roll, yammer and snore and fight,</div> - <div class='line'>Travelling zoo the whole day through and bedlam all the night.</div> - <div class='line'>Four days in the cage, going from hither hence;</div> - <div class='line'>Ain’t it great to ride by freight at good old Unc’s expense?</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_123'>123</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THE BUGLER</h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c002'> - <div>(A patient in Base Hospital 48)</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“I can’t blow taps no more,”</div> - <div class='line in12'>He says to me.</div> - <div class='line'>(They’d kidded him outside the barracks door.)</div> - <div class='line'>“I used to do it pretty well before—</div> - <div class='line'>Before I played my buddy off. It’s war,</div> - <div class='line in12'>But don’t you see?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“The moon was full and white,</div> - <div class='line in12'>And shinin’ free,</div> - <div class='line'>About the way it’s shinin’ there tonight.</div> - <div class='line'>We started up, and Buddy got it right—</div> - <div class='line'>A piece of shrap; it dropped him out the fight</div> - <div class='line in12'>Alongside me.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“We laid him in the clay;</div> - <div class='line in12'>And it was me</div> - <div class='line'>That sounded taps; there was no other way ...</div> - <div class='line'>I can’t blow taps no more ... but say!</div> - <div class='line'>I tapped a German skull the other day.</div> - <div class='line in12'>And that squares me!”</div> - <div class='line in26'><span class='sc'>Lin Davies</span>, Pvt.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_124'>124</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THE RETURN OF THE REFUGEES</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>They pick their way o’er the shell-pocked road</div> - <div class='line in2'>As the evening shadows fall,</div> - <div class='line'>A man and woman, their eyes a-gleam</div> - <div class='line in2'>With awe at war’s black pall.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The straggling strands of her snowy hair</div> - <div class='line in2'>Are tossed in the wind’s rude breath;</div> - <div class='line'>His frail form shakes as the whistling gusts</div> - <div class='line in2'>Sweep o’er the field of death.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>With straining eyes, hearts beating fast,</div> - <div class='line in2'>They seek to gaze ahead</div> - <div class='line'>To where they left their little home</div> - <div class='line in2'>When from the Hun they fled.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>’Neath the heights of a hill o’erlooking the vale,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Half hid in a purple shade,</div> - <div class='line'>The dim outline of the town comes to view,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And they hasten down the glade.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>At last the town, the street, and home!</div> - <div class='line in2'>But God! Can it be this?—</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_125'>125</span>This pile of stones, this hideous hulk,</div> - <div class='line in2'>This gaping orifice?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The sun has set. The evening star</div> - <div class='line in2'>Sends down its soothing light.</div> - <div class='line'>Gone are the tears; their hearts are strong—</div> - <div class='line in2'>“For God, for France, and Right!”</div> - <div class='line in6'><span class='sc'>Frederick W. Kurth</span>, Sgt., M.T.D.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_126'>126</span> - <h2 class='c005'>AS THE TRUCKS GO ROLLIN’ BY</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>There’s a rumble an’ a jumble an’ a bumpin’ an’ a thud,</div> - <div class='line'>As I wakens from my restless sleep here in my bed o’ mud,</div> - <div class='line'>’N’ I pull my blankets tighter underneath my shelter fly,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ I listen to the thunder o’ the trucks a-rollin’ by.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>They’re jumpin’ an’ they’re humpin’ through the inky gloom o’ night,</div> - <div class='line'>’N’ I wonder how them drivers see without a glim o’ light;</div> - <div class='line'>I c’n hear the clutches roarin’ as they throw the gears in high,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ the radiators boilin’ as the trucks go rollin’ by.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>There’s some a-draggin’ cannons, you c’n spot the sound all right—</div> - <div class='line'>The rumblin’ ones is heavies, an’ the rattly ones is light;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_127'>127</span>The clinkin’ shells is pointin’ up their noses at the sky—</div> - <div class='line'>Oh, you c’n tell what’s passin’ as the trucks go rollin’ by.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>But most of ’em is packin’ loads o’ human Yankee freight</div> - <div class='line'>That’ll slam the ol’ soft pedal ontuh Heinie’s hymn o’ hate;</div> - <div class='line'>You c’n hear ’em singin’ “Dixie,” and the “Sweet Bye ’N’ Bye,”</div> - <div class='line'>’N’ “Where Do We Go from Here, Boys?” as the trucks go rollin’ by.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Some’s singin’ songs as, when I left, they wasn’t even ripe</div> - <div class='line'>(A-showin’ ’at they’s rookies wot ain’t got a service stripe),</div> - <div class='line'>But jus’ the same they’re good ole Yanks, and that’s the reason why</div> - <div class='line'>I likes the jazz ’n’ barber shop o’ the trucks a-rollin’ by.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Jus’ God and Gen’rul Pershing knows where these here birds’ll light,</div> - <div class='line'>Where them bumpin’ trucks is bound for under camouflage o’ night,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_128'>128</span>When they can’t take aero pitchers with their Fokkers in the sky</div> - <div class='line'>Of our changes o’ location by the trucks a-rollin’ by.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>So altho’ my bed is puddles an’ I’m soaked through to the hide,</div> - <div class='line'>My heart’s out with them doughboys on their bouncin’, singin’ ride,</div> - <div class='line'>They’re bound for paths o’ glory, or, p’raps, to fight ’n’ die—</div> - <div class='line'>God bless that Yankee cargo in the trucks a-rollin’ by.</div> - <div class='line in14'><span class='sc'>L. W. Suckert</span>, 1st Lt., A.S.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_129'>129</span> - <h2 class='c005'>GETTIN’ LETTERS</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>When you’re far away from home an’ you’re feelin’ kind o’ blue,</div> - <div class='line'>When the world is topsy turvy, nothin’ sets jest right fer you,</div> - <div class='line'>Yuh can sneer at all yer troubles, an’ yer cares yuh never mind,</div> - <div class='line'>When you’ve really had a letter from the Girl yuh left behind.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>When the cook is downright nutty, an’ his biskits never raise,</div> - <div class='line'>When he feeds yuh canned tomatoes fer jes’ seventeen straight days,</div> - <div class='line'>Yuh can quite fergit he’s nutty, yuh can treat him fairly kind,</div> - <div class='line'>If you’ve really had a letter from the Girl yuh left behind.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>When the Captain’s got a grouch on, an’ has bawled yuh out fer fair,</div> - <div class='line'>When some pesky Lieut has sassed yuh which to home he wouldn’t dare,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_130'>130</span>Yuh can lift yer chin an’ whistle, an’ that’s easy, yuh will find,</div> - <div class='line'>If you’ve really had a letter from the Girl yuh left behind.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>When a letter comes yuh grab it right before the other guys,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ yuh git a little vision of the light that’s in Her eyes;</div> - <div class='line'>Yuh can see Her smiles an’ dimples, an’ fer other girls you’re blind</div> - <div class='line'>When you’ve really had a letter from the Girl yuh left behind.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Jest a sheet or two of paper with a purple stamp or two,</div> - <div class='line'>But it means the whole creation to the heart an’ soul o’ you,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ yuh git to feelin’ pious, an’ yuh pray a bit, yuh mind,</div> - <div class='line'>For the great Almighty’s blessin’ on the Girl yuh left behind.</div> - <div class='line in18'>E. C. D., Field Hospital.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_131'>131</span> - <h2 class='c005'>TO THE CHILDREN OF FRANCE</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I wish you, children, playing round</div> - <div class='line'>On this too-rudely trampled ground,</div> - <div class='line'>Only the good things I would send</div> - <div class='line'>To all the children I befriend.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>But one wish circles all: To know</div> - <div class='line'>Little of what your elders do,</div> - <div class='line'>And somehow into the sunlight grow</div> - <div class='line'>Out of the mists they stumble through.</div> - <div class='line in14'><span class='sc'>R. R. Kirk</span>, Pvt., G2, S.O.S.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_132'>132</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THEN WE’LL COME BACK TO YOU</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Some day, when screaming shells are but a dream</div> - <div class='line in2'>That vanished with the dawn of better days,</div> - <div class='line'>When Love and Faith are really what they seem,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And Treachery is lost in fleeting haze;</div> - <div class='line'>When each sweet day recalls a noble deed,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Wherein a blinding flash plays not a part,</div> - <div class='line'>And Truth at last has sown the godly seed</div> - <div class='line in2'>That springs to Trust and Joy in every heart;</div> - <div class='line'>Some day, though it be farther down the years</div> - <div class='line in2'>Than ever mortal gazed or planned ahead,</div> - <div class='line'>When we have made them pay for all your tears,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And squared accounts for comrades who have bled;</div> - <div class='line'>When we can feel that storms of Greed and Lust</div> - <div class='line in2'>Will nevermore engulf our skies of blue;</div> - <div class='line'>When you can live and know each sacred trust—</div> - <div class='line in2'>And not till then—will we come back to you.</div> - <div class='line in18'>Corp. <span class='sc'>Howard H. Herty</span>,</div> - <div class='line in28'>1st Army Hq. Reg.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_133'>133</span> - <h2 class='c005'>TO A DOUGHBOY</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I watched you slog down a dusty pike,</div> - <div class='line'>One of many so much alike,</div> - <div class='line'>With a spirit keen as a breath of flame,</div> - <div class='line'>Ready to rise and ready to strike</div> - <div class='line'>Whenever the fitting moment came;</div> - <div class='line'>Just a kid with a boyish grin,</div> - <div class='line'>Waiting the order to hustle in</div> - <div class='line'>And lend your soul to the battle thrill,</div> - <div class='line'>Unafraid of the battle din</div> - <div class='line'>Or the guns that crashed from a hidden hill.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I watched you leap to the big advance,</div> - <div class='line'>With a smile for Fate and its fighting chance,</div> - <div class='line'>Sweeping on till the charge was done;</div> - <div class='line'>I saw your grave on a slope of France</div> - <div class='line'>Where you fell asleep when the fight was won.</div> - <div class='line'>Just a kid who had earned his rest</div> - <div class='line'>With a rifle and helmet above his breast,</div> - <div class='line'>Who proved, in answer to German jeers,</div> - <div class='line'>That a kid can charge a machine gun nest</div> - <div class='line'>Without the training of forty years.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_134'>134</span>I watched the shadows drifting by</div> - <div class='line'>As gray dusk came from a summer’s sky,</div> - <div class='line'>And lost winds came from beyond the fight,</div> - <div class='line'>And I seemed to hear them croon and sigh:</div> - <div class='line'>“Sleep, little dreamer, sleep tonight;</div> - <div class='line'>Sleep tonight, for I’m bringing you</div> - <div class='line'>A prayer and a dream from the home you knew;</div> - <div class='line'>And I’ll take them word of the big advance,</div> - <div class='line'>And how you fought till the game was through,</div> - <div class='line'>And you fell asleep in the dust of France.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_135'>135</span> - <h2 class='c005'>LIL’ PAL O’ MINE</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Just a wee remembrance</div> - <div class='line in2'>Of a little child so fair,</div> - <div class='line'>From Dad, who coaxed himself away</div> - <div class='line in2'>To leave you over there.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Just a little thought or two,</div> - <div class='line in2'>A dream, a wish, a prayer,</div> - <div class='line'>For you, my little smiler Girl,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Across the sea back there.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Just a bit of Daddy love,</div> - <div class='line in2'>To you I send it all,</div> - <div class='line'>Your eyes, your smile, your golden hair,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Your love for “raggy doll.”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Just a little tear sometimes,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Yes, men they weaken too,</div> - <div class='line'>War is hard, but harder still</div> - <div class='line in2'>Is bein’ ’way from you.</div> - <div class='line in32'>E. S. E.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_136'>136</span> - <h2 class='c005'>PERFECT CONTRITION</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Send for a priest,” the small disc read</div> - <div class='line in2'>That clasped his neck around;</div> - <div class='line'>But he, brave soul, was long since dead</div> - <div class='line in2'>When found upon the ground.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>A crucifix was in his hand,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Stained by his bloody kiss,</div> - <div class='line'>This newest of the martyr band</div> - <div class='line in2'>To taste of Heaven’s bliss.</div> - <div class='line in4'><span class='sc'>Thomas F. Coakley</span>, Lt., Chaplain.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_137'>137</span> - <h2 class='c005'>WHEN PRIVATE MUGRUMS PARLAY VOOS</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I can count my francs an’ santeems—</div> - <div class='line in2'>If I’ve got a basket near—</div> - <div class='line'>An’ I speak a wicked “bon jour,”</div> - <div class='line in2'>But the verbs are awful queer,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ I lose a lot o’ pronouns</div> - <div class='line in2'>When I try to talk to you,</div> - <div class='line'>For your eyes are so bewitchin’</div> - <div class='line in2'>I forget to parlay voo.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>In your pretty little garden,</div> - <div class='line in2'>With the bench beside the wall,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ the sunshine on the asters,</div> - <div class='line in2'>An’ the purple phlox so tall,</div> - <div class='line'>I should like to whisper secrets,</div> - <div class='line in2'>But my language goes askew</div> - <div class='line'>With the second person plural</div> - <div class='line in2'>For the more familiar “too.”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>In your pretty little garden</div> - <div class='line in2'>I could always say “juh tame,”</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_138'>138</span>But it ain’t so very subtle,</div> - <div class='line in2'>An’ it ain’t not quite the same</div> - <div class='line'>As “You’ve got some dandy earrings,”</div> - <div class='line in2'>Or “Your eyes are nice an’ brown”—</div> - <div class='line'>But my adjectives get manly</div> - <div class='line in2'>Right before a lady noun</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Those infinitives perplex me,</div> - <div class='line in2'>I can say you’re “tray jolee,”</div> - <div class='line'>But beyond that simple statement</div> - <div class='line in2'>All my tenses don’t agree.</div> - <div class='line'>I can make the Boche “comprenney”</div> - <div class='line in2'>When I meet ’em in a trench,</div> - <div class='line'>But the softer things escape me</div> - <div class='line in2'>When I try to yap in French.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>In your pretty little garden</div> - <div class='line in2'>Darn the idioms that dance</div> - <div class='line'>On your tongue so sweet and rapid,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Ah, they hold me in a trance!</div> - <div class='line'>Though I stutter an’ I stammer,</div> - <div class='line in2'>In your garden, on the bench,</div> - <div class='line'>Yet my heart is writin’ poems</div> - <div class='line in2'>When I talk to you in French.</div> - <div class='line in16'><span class='sc'>Charles Divine</span>, Pvt.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_139'>139</span> - <h2 class='c005'>IF I WERE A COOTIE</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>If I were a cootie (pro-Ally, of course),</div> - <div class='line'>I’d hie me away on a Potsdam-bound horse,</div> - <div class='line'>And I’d seek out the Kaiser (the war-maddened cuss),</div> - <div class='line'>And I’d be a bum cootie if I didn’t muss</div> - <div class='line'>His Imperial hide from his head to his toe!</div> - <div class='line'>He might hide from the bombs, but I’d give him no show!</div> - <div class='line'>If I were a cootie, I’d deem it my duty</div> - <div class='line'>To thus treat the Kaiser,</div> - <div class='line in10'>Ah, oui.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And after I’d thoroughly covered Bill’s area,</div> - <div class='line'>I’d hasten away to the Prince of Bavaria,</div> - <div class='line'>And chew him a round or two—under the Linden—</div> - <div class='line'>Then pack up my things and set out for old Hinden—</div> - <div class='line'>(Old Hindy’s the guy always talking ’bout strafing)—</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_140'>140</span>To think what I’d do to that bird sets me laughing!</div> - <div class='line'>If I were a cootie, I’d deem it my duty</div> - <div class='line'>To thus threat the Prince and old Hindy,</div> - <div class='line in10'>Ah, oui!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I’d ne’er get fed up on Imperial gore—</div> - <div class='line'>I might rest for a while, but I’d go back for more.</div> - <div class='line'>I’d spend a few days with that Austrian crew,</div> - <div class='line'>And young Carl himself I’d put down for a chew;</div> - <div class='line'>There’d be no meatless days for this cootie, I know,</div> - <div class='line'>They’d all get one jolly good strafing or so.</div> - <div class='line'>For if I were a cootie, I’d deem it my duty</div> - <div class='line'>To thus treat their damnships,</div> - <div class='line in10'>Ah, oui!</div> - <div class='line in20'><span class='sc'>A. P. Bowen</span>, Sgt., R.T.O.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_141'>141</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THE LILY</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The lily sadly drooped her head;</div> - <div class='line'>“My France is bowed in grief!” she said.</div> - <div class='line'>“Must I live on to satisfy</div> - <div class='line'>The conquering Teuton’s lustful eye?</div> - <div class='line'>Lord, let me wither!</div> - <div class='line'>Let me die!”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The lily proudly raised her head;</div> - <div class='line'>“My France is free once more!” she said.</div> - <div class='line'>“Free from dark and blood-smirched gloom!</div> - <div class='line'>The ruthless Hun has met his doom.</div> - <div class='line'>Lord, let me gladden!</div> - <div class='line'>Let me bloom!”</div> - <div class='line in12'><span class='sc'>Howard J. Green</span>, Corp., Inf.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_142'>142</span> - <h2 class='c005'>ME,—AN’ WAR GOIN’ ON!</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Me!—a-leadin’ a column!</div> - <div class='line'>Me!—that women have loved—</div> - <div class='line'>Me, a-leadin’ a column o’ Yanks, an’ tracin’ Her name in the Stars!</div> - <div class='line'>Me, that ain’t seen the purple hills before all mixed in the skies</div> - <div class='line'>With the gray dawn meltin’ to azure there;</div> - <div class='line'>Me, that ain’t a poet, growin’ poetic;</div> - <div class='line'>An’ the flash o’ the guns on the skyline,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ red wine—an’ France!</div> - <div class='line'>An’ me laughin’—and War!</div> - <div class='line'>An’ Slim Jim singin’ a song;</div> - <div class='line'>An’ a lop-eared mule a-kickin’ a limber</div> - <div class='line'>An’ axles ’thout no grease hollerin’ Maggie at me!</div> - <div class='line'>Me, that women have loved—</div> - <div class='line in8'>An’ War goin’ on!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Mornin’ comin’,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ me—a-leadin’ a column</div> - <div class='line'>Along o’ them from the College,</div> - <div class='line'>Along o’ them from the Streets,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ them as had mothers that spiled them, and them as hadn’t,—</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_143'>143</span>Lovin’ names in the Stars,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ Slim Jim singin’ a song,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ Folks to Home watchin’ them, too,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ Maggie that never had loved me, lovin’ me now,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ thinkin’ an’ cryin’ for me!—</div> - <div class='line'>For me that loved Maggie that never loved me till now.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Mornin’ comin’,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ me—a-leadin’ a column,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ a town in the valley</div> - <div class='line'>Round the bend in the road,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ Ginger strainin’ his neck</div> - <div class='line'>An’ thinkin’ o’ Picket Lines—</div> - <div class='line'>An’ me an’ the rest o’ them thinkin’ o’ home and eggs down there in the village,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ Coney startin’ to close at Home</div> - <div class='line'>An’ Maggie mashed in the crowd—</div> - <div class='line'>An’ me a-leadin’ a column—</div> - <div class='line in8'>An’ War goin’ on!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Me that hollered for water,</div> - <div class='line'>With a splinter o’ hell in my side;</div> - <div class='line'>Me that have laid in the sun a-cursin’ the beggars and stretchers</div> - <div class='line'>As looked like they’d never a-come;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_144'>144</span>Me that found God with the gas at my throat</div> - <div class='line'>An’ raved like a madman for Maggie,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ wanted a wooden cross over me!</div> - <div class='line'>Me—an’ Slim Jim back o’ me singin’,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ tracin’ a name in the fade o’ the Stars!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Me—knowin’ that some’ll be ridin’ that’s walkin’ tonight—</div> - <div class='line'>Knowin’ that some’ll never see Broadway again,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ red wine,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ Little Italy,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ Maggies like Mine,—</div> - <div class='line'>Me!—a-murmurin’ a prayer for Maggie</div> - <div class='line'>An’ stoppin’ to laugh at Slim,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ shoutin’ “To the right o’ the road for the Swoi-zant-canze!”</div> - <div class='line'>Them babies that raise such hell up the line,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ marchin’,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ marchin’ by night,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ sleepin’ by day,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ France,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ red wine,</div> - <div class='line'>An’ me thinkin’ o’ Home,</div> - <div class='line'>Me—a-leadin’ a column,—</div> - <div class='line in8'>An’ War goin’ on!</div> - <div class='line in14'><span class='sc'>John Palmer Cumming</span>, Inf.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_145'>145</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THE ROAD TO MONTFAUCON</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“M. P., the road from Avocourt</div> - <div class='line in2'>That leads to Montfaucon?”</div> - <div class='line'>“The road, sir, black with mules and carts</div> - <div class='line in2'>And brown with men a-marching on—</div> - <div class='line'>The Romagne woods that lie beyond</div> - <div class='line in2'>The ruined heights of Montfaucon—</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“North over reclaimed No Man’s Land</div> - <div class='line in2'>The martyred roadway leads,</div> - <div class='line'>Quick with forward moving hosts</div> - <div class='line in2'>And quick with valiant deeds</div> - <div class='line'>Avenging Rheims, Liége, and Lille,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And outraged gods and creeds.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“There lies the road from Avocourt</div> - <div class='line in2'>That leads to Montfaucon,</div> - <div class='line'>Past sniper and machine gun nest,</div> - <div class='line in2'>By steel and thermite cleansed. They’ve gone—</div> - <div class='line'>And there in thund’rous echelon</div> - <div class='line in2'>The ruined heights of Montfaucon.”</div> - <div class='line in8'><span class='sc'>Harold Riezelman</span>, 1st Lt., C.W.S.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_146'>146</span> - <h2 class='c005'>VESTAL STAR</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The long, long march is o’er, the weary roaming;</div> - <div class='line in2'>We bivouac, yearning for a peaceful night;</div> - <div class='line'>I lie and dream amid the purple gloaming,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And scan the heavens for a beacon light.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>As graying shadows lengthen o’er the landscape,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And gentle zephyrs lightly stir the air,</div> - <div class='line'>In yon first twinkling star I gleam a vision</div> - <div class='line in2'>Of little sister offering up a prayer.</div> - <div class='line in30'><span class='sc'>Fra Guido</span>, F.A.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_147'>147</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THE DOUGHBOY PROMISES</h2> -</div> -<h3 class='c012'>SHE</h3> - -<div class='lg-container-b c003'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in8'>When you come back—</div> - <div class='line in6'>Ah, ’twill be such returning</div> - <div class='line'>As only lips like mine can sanctify!</div> - <div class='line in6'>Then will my arms, that ache with endless yearning,</div> - <div class='line in6'>Find sweet surcease from the regret of learning</div> - <div class='line'>To give you up, if need there be, to die.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in8'>Should you come back</div> - <div class='line in6'>Aged from the toil of fighting,</div> - <div class='line'>Marred, it may be, though perfect you set out,</div> - <div class='line in6'>What matters, so your heart has known no blighting,</div> - <div class='line in6'>Your soul has met the test without affrighting?</div> - <div class='line'>What is there, dear one, after that, to doubt!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'><i>Oh, but you must come back to me, beloved!</i></div> - <div class='line in4'><i>Wounded or no, you must come back.</i></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_148'>148</span> - <h3 class='c012'>HE</h3> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c003'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in8'>When I come back,</div> - <div class='line in6'>Beneath my helmet muddy,</div> - <div class='line'>There’ll be a smile, stored through the strife, for you;</div> - <div class='line in6'>There’ll be a kiss, tender and warm—aye, ruddy</div> - <div class='line in6'>With hint of Gallic skies, for my real buddy</div> - <div class='line'>(That’s soldier talk, and soldier talk rings true).</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in8'>As I come back,</div> - <div class='line in6'>Down the street flags adorning,</div> - <div class='line'>Half seeing all the pomp for sight of you,</div> - <div class='line in6'>Foretaste I’ll know of gladsome days a-borning</div> - <div class='line in6'>For us, come out of Night at last to Morning</div> - <div class='line'>From the Long Trail that terminates for two.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'><i>Oh, but I will come back to you, my Mother!</i></div> - <div class='line in4'><i>Wounded? Why, no! ... I will come back!</i></div> - <div class='line in12'><span class='sc'>Arthur McKeogh</span>, Lt., Inf.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_149'>149</span> - <h2 class='c005'>OLD LADY RUMOR</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>There is nothing like a rumor just to set the gang afire,</div> - <div class='line in8'>They receive it,</div> - <div class='line in8'>And believe it,</div> - <div class='line'>Does it matter who’s the liar?</div> - <div class='line'>No, it doesn’t. For as often as we hear of something new,</div> - <div class='line in8'>Though it’s doubted,</div> - <div class='line in8'>It is shouted</div> - <div class='line'>By our gossip-loving crew.</div> - <div class='line'>Conversation is a morsel, and, with greedy appetite,</div> - <div class='line in8'>How we chew it,</div> - <div class='line in8'>As we brew it,</div> - <div class='line'>Be it daytime, be it night.</div> - <div class='line'>Back in the States it started and continues o’er the foam,</div> - <div class='line in8'>And we’ll swally</div> - <div class='line in8'>It, by golly,</div> - <div class='line'>When we join the Soldiers’ Home!</div> - <div class='line in22'>A-h-h-h—men-n!</div> - <div class='line in12'><span class='sc'>C. H. MacCoy</span>, Base Hosp. 38.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_150'>150</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THE LOST TOWNS</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Beneath the new moon sleeping</div> - <div class='line in2'>The little lost towns lie;</div> - <div class='line'>Their streets are very white and hushed,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Their black spires tilt the sky.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Across the darkened meadows</div> - <div class='line in2'>A plaintive night bird calls;</div> - <div class='line'>The sea of fog that clouds the fields</div> - <div class='line in2'>Rolls softly to their walls.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Within their shuttered houses</div> - <div class='line in2'>No midnight candles glance;</div> - <div class='line'>Their womenfolk are all abed,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Their menfolk fight for France.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>They dream the little lost towns</div> - <div class='line in2'>Of Alsace and Lorraine,</div> - <div class='line'>The vision of the patient years,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The old frontier again.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_151'>151</span>Sleep on, nor cease your dreaming,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Who pitted men and crowns,</div> - <div class='line'>We’ll bring you back, we’ll bring you back,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Oh, little, long lost towns.</div> - <div class='line in12'><span class='sc'>Steuart M. Emery</span>, Pvt., M.P.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_152'>152</span> - <h2 class='c005'>DER TAG</h2> -</div> -<p class='c010'>(In answer to the German toast “Der Tag” in which -the German war lords toasted the time when Deutschland -would be “über alles.”)</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Here’s to the day when the whole thing is won!</div> - <div class='line'>Here’s to the day when the Kaiser is done!</div> - <div class='line'>Here’s to the day when we break his swelled dome!</div> - <div class='line'>Here’s to the day that we go marching home!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in10'>Long, restless nights</div> - <div class='line in10'>With cursed cootie bites</div> - <div class='line in10'>Things of the past!</div> - <div class='line in10'>Hot baths at last!</div> - <div class='line in10'>Real dollar bills!</div> - <div class='line in10'>No more O.D. pills!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Chicken instead of our canned willie chow!</div> - <div class='line'>All of the ice cream the law will allow!</div> - <div class='line'>Mess in the way we want to be messed!</div> - <div class='line'>Dress in the way we like to be dressed!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in10'><span class='pageno' id='Page_153'>153</span>Neckties and suits!</div> - <div class='line in10'>No more salutes!</div> - <div class='line in10'>A nice, comfy bed</div> - <div class='line in10'>With a mattress instead</div> - <div class='line in10'>Of some billet floor</div> - <div class='line in10'>That makes your ribs sore.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The day when we no longer blister our heels,</div> - <div class='line'>But know how a ride in the old subway feels!</div> - <div class='line'>The day that we no longer parlez Français,</div> - <div class='line'>But speak once again in the good old home way!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Keep running, Fritz, as you’re now on the run,</div> - <div class='line'>And before very long you will be a licked Hun,</div> - <div class='line'>With “Der Tag” that you toasted time-worn and passé,</div> - <div class='line'>While we drink triumphantly: Here’s to Our Day!</div> - <div class='line in12'><span class='sc'>Howard J. Green</span>, Corp., Inf.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_154'>154</span> - <h2 class='c005'>THERE’S ABOUT TWO MILLION FELLOWS—</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>There’s about two million fellows from the North, South, East and West</div> - <div class='line'>Who scurried up the gang plank of a ship;</div> - <div class='line'>They have felt the guy ropes paying and the troopship gently swaying</div> - <div class='line'>As it started on its journey from the country of the blest.</div> - <div class='line'>They have washed in hard salt water, bucked the Army transport grub,</div> - <div class='line'>Had a hitch of crow’s nest duty on the way;</div> - <div class='line'>Strained their eyes mistaking white caps for a humpback Prussian sub</div> - <div class='line'>Just at twilight when “the danger’s great, they say.”</div> - <div class='line'>When their ship had lost the convoy they were worried just a bit,</div> - <div class='line'>And rather thought the skipper should be canned;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_155'>155</span>And the sigh of heartfelt feeling almost set the boat to reeling</div> - <div class='line'>When each of those two million sighted land.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>There’s about two million fellows that have landed here in France,</div> - <div class='line'>They’re scattered God and G.H.Q. know where;</div> - <div class='line'>By the cranes where steamers anchor, schooner, tramp, or greasy tanker,</div> - <div class='line'>There’s an O.D. outfit waiting just to make the cargo dance.</div> - <div class='line'>They are chopping in the forest, double-timing on the roads,</div> - <div class='line'>Putting two-ways where a single went before;</div> - <div class='line'>In the cabs of sweating engines, pushing, pulling double loads</div> - <div class='line'>When the R.T.O.’s in frenzied tones implore.</div> - <div class='line'>For it’s duty, solid duty with the hustling men behind,</div> - <div class='line'>From the P. of E.’s on up to No Man’s Land;</div> - <div class='line'>And there’s never chance of shirking when the boys up front are working—</div> - <div class='line'>Night and day must go the answer to the front line’s stern demand.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>There’s about two million fellows and there’s some of them who lie</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_156'>156</span>Where eighty-eights and G.I.’s gently drop;</div> - <div class='line'>Where the trucks and trains are jamming and the colonel he is damning</div> - <div class='line'>Half the earth and in particular the Service of Supply.</div> - <div class='line'>They have had a stretch of trenches, beat the Prussian at his best,</div> - <div class='line'>Seen their buddies fall like heroes right beside;</div> - <div class='line'>But—there’s nigh two million fellows from the country of the blest</div> - <div class='line'>Who know the cause for which their comrades died,</div> - <div class='line'>Who have crossed the sluggish shallows where their little life streams ran</div> - <div class='line'>And broadened just a trifle, you will find;</div> - <div class='line'>And their vision’s cleaner, clearer and they hold just that much dearer</div> - <div class='line'>The great and glorious land they left behind!</div> - <div class='line in24'><span class='sc'>Albert J. Cook</span>,</div> - <div class='line in12'>Sgt., Hq. Detch.,—Army Corps.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i_157.jpg' alt='C. LeRoy Baldridge Pvt A E F Audenarde Belgium Nov. 11/1918' class='ig001'> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_157'>157</span> - <h2 class='c005'>NOVEMBER ELEVENTH</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c002'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>We stood up and we didn’t say a word,</div> - <div class='line'>It felt just like when you have dropped your pack</div> - <div class='line'>After a hike, and straightened out your back</div> - <div class='line'>And seem just twice as light as any bird.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>We stood up straight and, God! but it was good!</div> - <div class='line'>When you have crouched like that for months, to stand</div> - <div class='line'>Straight up and look right out toward No-Man’s-Land</div> - <div class='line'>And feel the way you never thought you could.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>We saw the trenches on the other side</div> - <div class='line'>And Jerry, too, not making any fuss,</div> - <div class='line'>But prob’ly stupid-happy, just like us,</div> - <div class='line'>Nobody shot and no one tried to hide.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>If you had listened then I guess you’d heard</div> - <div class='line'>A sort of sigh from everybody there,</div> - <div class='line'>But all we did was stand and stare and stare,</div> - <div class='line'>Just stare and stand and never say a word.</div> - <div class='line in16'><span class='sc'>Hilmar R. Baukhage</span>,</div> - <div class='line in26'>Pvt., A. E. 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