My throat's as dry as sawdust
And my right arm's gone to sleep,
And the pack-strap on my shoulder
Cuts a slit two inches deep.
I just lift one foot and shove it
And it hits most any place,
Then I lift and shove the other
T'keep from falling on my face.
If the guide should change the cadence
I'll be damned if I could stop;
If you pushed me with a feather--
Well, I'd just curl up and drop.
And I know damn well there's stragglers
That'll ride up on a truck--
Guess if you ain't born a quitter,
You're just simply outa luck.
I suppose we'll keep on going--
Huh? The Skipper's faced about?
Halt!... I'm dreaming ... in the daisies ...
You don't need ... to say ... "fall out!"
[Illustration: (tired soldiers)]
[Illustration: For some of us The War will never end.]
[Illustration: In an old Roman cellar...]
In an old Roman cellar two floors underground where civilians went
during air raids as bombing planes passed over on their way to
Compaigne, Paris, and interior cities. This "cave" was considered
absolutely safe, but in October 1918 was completed demolished by one
"155" shell.
[Illustration: Mess and distribution of mail...]
Mess and distribution of mail at the "non-com" school for the M.T.C. at
Longpont
[Illustration: Far from Broadway]
Far from Broadway--S.R.O.--Christmas 1917 at a YMCA hut
[Illustration: Dressing a gas burn case]
[Illustration: "Mission Ambrine"]
"Mission Ambrine"
Compi?gne
Hospital for the treatment of burns
[Illustration: Americans quartered in the old abbey.
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