Part 1 — HOW THINGS HAVE CHANGED

When first I landed in this camp I used to write most every day To all my friends I left behind, And ask them what they had to say About the old town and the girls, Or what they thought about the war; And in return the daily mail It brought me letters by the score. But now my friends write me and ask What keeps me from replying, And when I answer, "It's the work," Why, they just think I'm lying. So now the letters I receive Are few and very far between; They're mostly from my family And never any from a queen.