Our Job

You mustn't hate the enemy--that wastes a lot of "pep"-- The Colonel passed the word around the training camp to-day. The Captain says with modern war we gotta all catch step; "Cut out the rough-necked rage and talk, and don't you think or say:

"'Pirates, rapists, murderers; poisoners and lying thieves; Super-vandals, run amuck--black devils quoting sermons; This world was mostly Heaven-made, our Chaplain, he believes; But Hell itself conceived and spawned the Military Germans!

"The enemy is good at killing kids, and old folks, too; Torpedoing hospital ships and blowin' up our plants; But cogitatin' on their line of wicked things won't do; We'll never hate 'em off the map--just give the guns a chance!"

So we don't go in for loathin', and with anger we don't burn; We're drillin', and we're diggin', and we're workin' all the while; To put 'er in the target is the trick we hafter learn-- And ev'ry man's a better shot when he can shoot--and smile!

The folks at home will spend their time a-broodin' over all The nasty devils do and on the details they can dwell; It's up to us to learn this game, and then--when comes the call-- Pump lead into the enemy--and send him back to hell.