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 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 today 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.