April '19]
Seicheprey, America's old home sector--first trenches entirely under
their own command.
THE LINE
Form a line!
Get in line!
From the time that I enlisted
And since Jerry armististed
I've been standing, kidding, cussing,
I've been waiting, fuming, fussing,
In a line.
I have stood in line in mud and slime and sleet,
With the dirty water oozing from my feet,
I have soaked and slid and slipped,
While my tacky slicker dripped,
And I wondered what they'd hand me out to eat.
Get in line!
For supplies and for inspections,
With the dust in four directions,
For a chance to scrub the dirt off,
In the winter with my shirt off,
In a line.
I have sweated in an August training camp,
That would make a prohibition town look damp,
Underneath my dinky cap
While the sun burned off my map
And I waited for some gold-fish (and a cramp!).
Get in line!
For rice, pay-day, pills, and ration,
For corned-willy, army fashion,
In Hoboken, in the trenches,
In a station with the Frenchies,
In a line.
I've been standing, freezing, sweating,
Pushing, shoving, wheezing, fretting,
And I won't be soon forgetting
Though I don't say I'm regretting
That I stood there, with my buddies,
In a line.
[Illustration: (soldiers in line in the rain)]
The Lids We Wear--
[Illustration: Dungaree style]
[Illustration: This tin derby with winter knitted helmet]
[Illustration: Old "rain-in-the-face"]
[Illustration: The charming red-and-white effect]
[Illustration: Fuzzy-wuzzy]
[Illustration: The tank helmet]
[Illustration: Some managed to hang on to the old reliable]
[Illustration: With the French army]
[Illustration: With its canvas overcoat on]
[Illustration: He used to hunt rabbits in Kentucky]
[Illustration: The job that's never ended--Cleaning up for inspection]
[Illustration: First time in two weeks!/Montmeuril
(men bathing from canvas bucket)]
[Illustration: The letter from home/reading]
[Illustration: The Ration Detail]
The Ration Detail--a job which no one relishes.
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