I just lift one foot and shove it
And it hits most any place,
Then I lift and shove the other
T'keep from falling on my face.

If the guide should change the cadence
I'll be damned if I could stop;
If you pushed me with a feather--
Well, I'd just curl up and drop.

And I know damn well there's stragglers
That'll ride up on a truck--
Guess if you ain't born a quitter,
You're just simply outa luck.

I suppose we'll keep on going--
Huh? The Skipper's faced about?
Halt!... I'm dreaming ... in the daisies ...
You don't need ... to say ... "fall out!"

[Illustration: (tired soldiers)]

[Illustration: For some of us The War will never end.]

[Illustration: In an old Roman cellar...]

In an old Roman cellar two floors underground where civilians went
during air raids as bombing planes passed over on their way to
Compaigne, Paris, and interior cities. This "cave" was considered