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 “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 his duty better.”