European Stars and Stripes (Newspaper) - February 16, 1945, Darmstadt, Hesse                                M Tili m m 1 m fortunately or wars seem of bring out the poetry in a these verses Are taken from the old stars and official ref newspaper of the first world Seich prey a handful came to Seich prey when Winter Woods were when ice was in the trenches and Snow was in the the foe looked Down on Seich prey and laughed to see them the months crept by at Seich prey the growing handful stayed with growing guns at at Dawn the lightning raid and Learned in Seich prey trenches How wars red game is september came to Seich prey a slow wrought Host arose and rolled across the trenches and whelmed its sneering foes and left to shattered Seich prey unending Sweet full directions we saw but we did not need to ask where Lay the front their clothes were neat and Rolls Well made they marched with faces not by smiles or Many Beto Kening men once More we saw needing not to ask where Lay the front their clothes were and packs in careless Roll made their Way along with faces tired yet Beto Kening men who fought with heart and we need not hear the cannons Boom to know where action nor yet to seek until we find the for map and were Ever getting from the look upon the passing Poilu Daniel Turner As corporals chevrons the general with his shiny leading a the colonel and the adjutant sporting of their the major the of them look so Fine As a newly minted Corporal coming Down the line the Bishop in his pacing up the aisle the with a vote for women smile the the Arent in i with a newly minted Corporal coming Down the line the Fields of the Marne the Fields of Marne Are growing the River murmurs on and on no More the Hail of mitral lease the Cannon from the Hills Are the Herder leads the sheep afield where grasses grow Oer broken Blade and toil worn women till the soil Oer human in sunny the splintered Shell and Bayonet Are lost in crumbling Village Wall no sniper scans the rim of Hills no sentry hears the night Bird from blood wet soil and sunken Trench the Flowers Bloom in summer Light farther Down the Vale the peasant smiles Are yet the wounded Marne is growing Green the Gash of Hun no longer smarts democracy is born but what about the troubled hearts Frank written while lying wounded in Hospital died August the tank Shes nothing Sweet to look at and no sym phony to hear she aint no poem of that a cinch she howls like holy jumping when a fellow shifts a but Shes sure a love Dovey in a just head her straight for Berlin no matter what the or whether its just Trees and ill guarantee Shell get there with her precious human Load and her treads dripping red with German you tank tank tank Shes a Shes a Shes a dream where the Star shells Are alighting up the thickest of the Shell be sailing like a Demon through the if the Way is rough and Stony and the Vantage Point is just slip her into High and hang on shove your foot Down on the throttle and to hell with All the Shell take you clean from Here to out of youve got to clean and scrub same As any piece of tin that Worth the smoke to blow her up the flue but just whisper to her Pat her Back and yell Gidday and there aint a thing she  do for you tank tank tank Shes a Shes a Shes the goods when the Boches see you they will set the air to humming waving of their legs to reach the when the last great Rush is Over and the last grim Trench is she will Roll in High right through old Berlin her grim old sides shaking and her innards raising intent on running Kaiser William then Shell find him and Well bind him to her tearing treads and Well Start her rolling on the Road to shove her into High and leave tie her Blooming throttle Well say Shes lived her life and lived it you tank tank tank Shes a Shes a Shes Sublime when her Grimy hide goes hurling through the dirty streets of watch the Goose step turn to Yankee double time Richard tank the truant the Wise years saw him go from them untaught by yet Wise he had but tramped with the Hoyden unwitting How time flies whose laughter blooms to wistfulness at Undre amt the patient mistresses of his Young manhood the patient he never knew their Rule and yet he marches by a a and no the Wise years see him go from them untaught by yet Wise the lad who played girls kisses were the they wonder whence his manhood so Well he sos our dead they lie entombed in serried a Cross atop each lonely they rest beneath the peaceful Banks they fought so valiantly to this ground made sacred by their our starry Flag each for upwards of a thousand years a shrine shall be unto our Der tag heres to the Day when the whole thing is won heres to the Day when the Kaiser is done heres to the Day when we break his swelled dome heres to the Day that we go marching Home restless nights with cursed Cootie things of the past hot Baths at last real Dollar Bills no More of pills Chicken instead of our canned Willie All of the ice Cream the Law will allow mess in the Way we want to be messed dress in the Way we want to be dressed neckties and suits no More salutes a comfy bed with a mattress instead of some Billet floor that makes your ribs sore the Day when we no longer Blister our heels but know How a ride in the old subway feels the Day when we no longer Parley but speak once again in the Good old Home Way keep As youre now on the and before very Long you will be a licked with Der tag that you boasted timeworn and while we drink triumphantly heres to our Dav Howard All the comforts of Wallace to v