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WAR VERSE and PROSE

Selected by A.T.M. 4. X WHAT A WAR! \ The following letter, received at a Canadian Army headquarters, is selfexplanatory :— Dear Mr. Headquarters:— My husband was induced into the army long months ago and I ain’t received no pay from his since he was gone. Please send by my elopement as I have a four-months-old baby and he is my only support and I knead it very bad every day to buy us food and keep us enclosed. Both sides of my parents are very old and I can’t suspect anything from with the same doctor for thirteen them. My mother has been in bed years and won’t try another. My husband is in charge of a spitoon. Do I get any more than I am going to get. Please send me a letter and tell me if my husband made an application for -a wife and child and send me wife form to fill out. . ... .. P.S.: My husband says he sets in Y.M.C.A. every , night with the piano playing in his uniform. . I think you will see him there. (With acknowledgements to the “Evening Post.” ***** HOW PARACHUTE TROOPS DESCRIBE THEIR ROUTINE. . r 04.45 hrs. Reveille. 05.00 hrs. Breakfast (Tiger’s milk). 06.00 hrs. Unarmed combat with fighting baboons. 13.00 hrs. Dinner (raw pork and water). 14.00 hrs. Fighting with , pick axes, lumps of coal and bottles, the latter under instruction from an Aussie sergeant. 16.00 hrs. Sick parade for softies. 17.30 hrs. Camouflage instruction. (How to impersonate (a) Goebbels, (b) Goering, (c) • Emperor Hirohito). 20.00 hrs. Supper (More raw meat washed down with Molotov cocktails). ***** ' RIFLEMEN, FORM. \ There is a sound of thunder afar, Storm in the South that darkens the day, Storm of battle and thunder of war, Well if it do not roll our way.

Be not deaf to the sound that warns, Be not gulled by a despot’s plea, Are figs of thistles or grapes of thorns, j How should a despot set men free? Let your reforms for a moment go, Look to your butts and take good aims, '• Better a rotten borough or so'’A:',; Than a rotten fleet and a city in flames. Form! Form! Riflemen form! Ready,' be ready to meet the storm!

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Camp News, Volume 3, Issue 143, 9 October 1942, Page 2

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WAR VERSE and PROSE Camp News, Volume 3, Issue 143, 9 October 1942, Page 2

WAR VERSE and PROSE Camp News, Volume 3, Issue 143, 9 October 1942, Page 2

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