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Show Mustered Out. It is fine to be back in God's country once more, And yet it is just a Hit tame To be plodding along as you did before It will never be just the same. For who can forget those starless nights, V"hen the furious cannon roared "When the skies were afiame with quick-darting quick-darting lights And tiie bociic flares heavenward soared? It was hell, ail right, up there in the line. And grim death always stalked in your track, But when thoughts of those days are thronging your mind, Don't vou wish sometimes you were ' back'.' c. Jlolmslykke in tho New York Times. |