"Why me?" That is the soldier's first question, asked each morning as the patrols go out and each evening as the night settles around the foxholes. |
"Why me?" That is the soldier's first question, asked each morning as the patrols go out and each evening as the night settles around the foxholes. |
A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, There was a lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears; But a comrade stood beside him, while his lifeblood ebbed away |
A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, There was a lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears; But a comrade stood beside him, while his lifeblood ebbed away |
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Our God and soldier we alike adore - Just at the brink of ruin not before - The danger past, both are alike requited; God is forgotten and the soldier slighted |
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Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin they think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives |
Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin they think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives |
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