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Show Just One of 'Em I've travelled many thousand miles, I've been from shore to shore, I've seen the sights in many stales, And hope that I'll see more. 'Twas my delight to travel, In America 'twas great To spoed down in the Sunny South A traveling in state. My trips out to the Golden West Aro ones I'll long remember, And likewise one, away up North I made Jn cold December. I've travelled through the busy East To the great Atlantic's shore. My trips havo all been pleasant, But wait, I'll tell you more, In the army I enlisted To do my bit in war And since that time I've traveled As I'd never done before. 4 In trips I made to different camps Tho travel was not bad, But after leaving tho dear old States My experiences were quite sad. For, after leaving Jersey's shore To cross the briny deep, 5000 men, it seemed llko more, Were huddled up like sheep, 3000 strong wo walked tho plank Up to that English liner To do our bit as best wo could. No thought would have been finer. But after landing on the deck Our troubles just began; Three flights of steps they led us down To take us to our pen. The pen was quite a work of art. Some crafty man designed six bunks, We must admit this true, To stand In space for two. 3000 strong we made this trip Below tho water line, Without a bit of light or air When It was sleeping time. It did not take the thirteen day3 To make one sick at sea. In fact a few days travel Made us sick as man could bo. 3000 BtroniT no longer, Instead S000 weak- Of courso you'll understand thin When you know we could not sleep. I'veold you of tho light and nlr, Andof the sloep we never had, So now I'll tell you, on rough sea It made it twice as bad. At meal times with our.me'ss kits filled And our mess Java cups In hand, We'd try to climb theso many steps And find a place to stand. To eat upon tho open deck It was the strictest rule. 3000 men to eat on deck, And not a single stool. Tho task of creeping up these steps Was quite an awful strain; To find a place to eat your meal Was often sought in vain. No sooner than you'd stop' to eat A noise would strike your ear; It was tho M. P.'o gentle voice "Hey, you can't stop here." So on you'd move a step or two The ship would pitch and roll, You'd loose your balance, .spill vour food; 1 . H - - ", The floor it was your goal. You'd reach your goal in record time And get up feeling sore; You'd curse tho kaiser evory breath For causing this world war. Our trip across the ocean Filled with troubles such as these. Our thoughts were far from submarines subma-rines A -floating under seas. We were a force combatant A fighting all the. way, But now that we have landed We do not rue the day. ! Another trip was made since then That much reminds me of that pen, A trip across old Sunny France To take us to the zone advance. They huddled us in box cars With two wheelsmen a side, It was our pleasure thus to go Upon the other ride. Theso cars were short and narrow 1 And had packs placed in them; J Upon the door thero was a sign "Eight horses forty men." So forty men were placed inside To start upon a three days' ride. ( No sleep at all for two more nights, To bring us closer to the fights. ! These troubles, though we can't forget for-get Are things received with humor here. Our strength regained, our spirit true We're ready now our work to do. RAY YEAMAN. West Ogden. |