He writes to us most every day, and how his letters thrill us!
I can’t describe the joys with which his quaint expressions fill us.
He says the military life is not of his selection,
He’s only soldiering to-day to give the Flag protection.
But since he’s in the army now and doing duties humble,
He’ll do what all good soldiers must, and he will never grumble.
He’s not so keen for standing guard, a lonely vigil keeping,
‘But when I must,’ he writes to us, 'they’ll never find me sleeping!
I hear a lot of boys complain about the tasks they set us
And there’s no doubt that mother’s meals can beat the ones they get us,
But since I’m here to do my bit, close to the job I’m sticking;
I’ll take whatever comes my way and waste no word in kicking.
‘I’d like to be a captain, dad, a major or a colonel,
I’d like to get my picture in some illustrated journal;
I don’t exactly fancy jobs that now and then come my way,
Like picking bits of rubbish up that desecrate the highway.
But still I’ll do those menial tasks as cheerfully as could one,
For while I am a private here I’m going to be a good one.
‘A soldier’s life is not the way I’d choose to make my living,
But now I’m in the ranks to serve, my best to it I’m giving.
Oh, I could name a dozen jobs that I’d consider finer,
But since I’ve got this one to do I’ll never be a whiner.
I’m just a private in the ranks, but take it from my letter,
They’ll never fire your son for one who’ll do his duty better.’
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