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Show EDITOR'S NOTE: The following follow-ing poem was written by a sol-: dier in Korea who formerly , lived in Roosevelt, and who at : present is serving his country as a member of the Marine corps. Cpl. Duane S. Wimmer tells a weird story, which should malte us have a more thorough : (appreciation of what we enjoy each day of our lives: I j I'm In Korea ( I I'm sitting in a room, ain't got I much heat; .The windows are broken, the j walls" are beat. :The stove pipe's bent, the wood I won't burn, The doors are falling: but the frame's still firm. My clothes are dirty, ragged and torn; There are holes in my socks, and my shoes are worn. I I've got a cold, can hardly speak, My back aches and so do my feet. , Don't know the day, the month 1 or the year; ,But it makes no difference over here. We have rats and mice that crawl in the walls. In all the rooms and thru the halls. They eat the crumbs we throw away, And, once in a while, out of my tray. The food is the best, or so they say. It tastes like weeds mixed up with hay. They say we rate two cans of beer, But, as yet, it ain't got here. I'm out of butts and matches, too. But that's all right when I think of you. Ain't had no news in a month or more Don't even know who's winning the war. I got a beard and my hair is is long. Been a month or more since I heard a song. My rifle's rusty, my bayonet's j broke: Inspection's coming and that's J no joke. Summer is coming and I won't I get back; " I'll spend it here, just me and j my pack. I have a message just for you 1 When life gets rough and you're I .feeling blue. Stop and think a minute or two, It could be worse this could j be you. Cpl. Duane S. Wimmer 828628 I Wire Rlt. 1st Signal Btn. I 1st Marine Division, F.M.F. 'co FPO. San Francisco, Cal. |
