Leatherneck Magazine, Jul 1935, 18:7, p22
By TenEyck Van Deusen
I had put my time in the Service
Each long and draggin' year.
With some of it in a heat struck land
And some of it back here.
I cursed the Service I followed
As my back was chafed by my pack
I dreamed of the day of my discharge
It came. Then I came back!
It wasn't the need o' rations
I had money and friends and a bed.
And it wasn't the Recruitin' Sergeant
I knew better than what he said,
It wasn't the fancy posters
That tells a man not to slack.
There's somethin' about the Army,
I dunno, but I came back.
I thought I was through with the Army
With its calls and sweats and drill
I thought I was quits of the squadroom
And the Sergeant's whistle shrill,
I thought I was through with the Service
An' I swore that I'd give it the sack
I swore that I hated the discipline
I cursed it. Then I came back!
TenEyck Van Deusen