Through biting wind and cold and chilling rain,
And sleepless nights and lack of rest, privation.
This the life we lead,
Reckless of screaming shell, and trusting chance,
A soldier’s humble task, a soldier’s ration.
But who of us would trade
His soldier’s lot nor want to be in France?
Who would not live his life in soldier fashion?
William Bradford, 2nd Lt., A.G.D.