TO BUDDY

It’s a tough fight for you, Buddy,

And it takes a heap of grit

To stick and win

And keep your grin

When you’re in the thick of it.

It’s no cinch for you, Buddy,

When the dreams with which you came

Melt into naught

As you are taught

The horrid, bitter game.

It’s a hard pull for you, Buddy,

And oft times it looks damned blue,

But square your chin

And vow to win,

And play the game clean through.

For there’s a great time coming, Buddy,

A time worth waiting for,

77When Kultur’s done

And all is won,

And the boys come home from war.

Oh, she’ll be waiting, Buddy,

And the lovelight in her eye

Will shine with joy

As Her Big Boy

Goes proudly marching by.

It’s a hard road for you, Buddy,

But it’s more than worth the game

To buck all fears

So Mother’s tears

Will be for joy, not shame.

Howard J. Green, Corp., Inf.

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