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150 But worst of all, when I get bored

With what the fellows say,

I think about a girl I know

So many miles away;

The nicest, dearest little girl

You'd ever care to know.

She was my sweetheart once, it seems,

A hundred years ago.

Forget it, soldier!

Sweethearts are not for you.

Your rifle is your sweetheart,

So learn to shoot it true.

—C. F. R.—Camp Hancock