Gosh! but it’s a wonderful war—
BACK HERE.
Harv.
THE OL’ CAMPAIGN HAT
No more against a battle sky with swooping pilots lined,
No more where charging heroes die my peakéd top you’ll find.
In training camps and peaceful climes the war is not for me,
Yet still I dream of other times and what I used to be.
The Mauser crackles once again—the smoky Springfield roar
Avenges those who manned the Maine upon the Cuban shore.