Interesting poem

[David]

David

Registered to :Aug 21, 2001
Messages :604
From :San Diego, CA.
Posted 01-09-2001 at 12:38
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The following poem was written by Private Elihu V. Stout at the Training Headquarters 110, Amunition Train, A. E. D. France. 29 November 1918.



To My Soldier Boy


I'm feeling rather worried over all the things I hear


Of the shrapnel and the cannons that are roaring 'round you, dear


Of the Zeppelins, the aeroplanes and and sneaky submarine;


But the worst of all the things I fear, that nearly turn me green,


Is the fear of all the damsels you'll be meeting "over there."


The Parisian and the Belgian maids, with fascinating air.


So be a loyal lover; don't forsake the girl back home.


No matter how they smile at you, don't let your fancy roam;


For the French girls are pretty and the nurses are so kind.


But don't you be a traitor to the old RED, WHITE and BLUE.


And I hope that you'll be loyal to your little sweetheart too.


Against the "Huns" they spell with "U,"

You'll hold your own, I know,


But I fear you will be ambushed By the "Hons" they spell with "O."


Stand guard against temptation, don't surrender to their charms,


And wait till you come back to me before "presenting arms."


Leave the French girls to the Frenchmen,

And the nurses to the Docs


But the soldier boys in khaki, To the girls who knit their socks.


Tho' the French girls may be pretty, and the nurses may be kind,


Oh, do not be a traitor to the girl you left behind.



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xgrunt

Registered to :Aug 21, 2001
Messages :36
From :Tallassee Alabama
Posted 09-12-2001 at 16:22
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There is a classic example of the girl I left behind me guilt trip. I wonder if the doughboy who got this thought of it while sleepimg with his "mamselle"[sp]