He said a company was built up somethin like a man. There was the brain,
which was the officers, an then some was the muscle an some was the
bone. He said I seemed to be pretty well fitted for my part by nature so
he wouldnt change me. Ive always been strong ever since I was a
kid, Mable.

Ive rote a pome. I sent it to the Divisun paper. They wouldnt print it
cause they said it was so real that it might depres the men. I guess
they was right cause I read it to the fellos in the tent an it seemed to
depres them awful. Im ritin it to you. Its about the war. Youll probably
notice that yourself if you read it careful. Here it is.


I

Here the thunder of the guns
Smashin down the German Huns
An the sticky pools of gory blood
Soakin up the oozie sod
The rushin, roarin, shreekin boom
Of bullets crashin thru the gloom


II

Listen to those grate bums bust
On the quiverin Hunnish crust
Listen to the shreekin, moanin
Swearin, yellin, gruntin, groanin
That comes to us across the trenches