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Thank God We Don’t Need Your Kid!

By a Marine in the South Pacific

You say he can’t stand the Army
The life is too tough for him,
Do you think he is any better
Than some other mother’s Tom or Jim?
You have raised him like a girl
He don’t smoke or drink, is your brag,
If all the boys were like him
What would become of Our FLAG?

Then you say let the roughnecks do the fighting
They are used to the beans and stew,
I’m glad I am classed with the roughnecks
Who fight for the red, white and blue
You say his girl can’t stand it
To see him go with the rest,
Don’t you think she would be glad
When she felt a Jap’s breath on her breast?

Think of the women of Belgium
Of the hardships they have to bear,
Do you think you want that to happen
To your sweet daughter so fair,
You can thank GOD for the Stars in OLD GLORY
Are not blurred with that kind of stain
Because there are millions of roughnecks
with real red blood in their veins.

They go and drill in bad weather
And come in with a grin on their face,
While your darling sits in the parlor
And lets another man take his place,
Maybe we do smoke and gamble
But we fight as our forefathers did,
So warm the milk for his bottle —
THANK GOD WE DON’T NEED YOUR KID!!!!!

Found on Guadacanal, Solomon Is.
November 8, 1942

Published in the 29 April 1943 issue of the Corning Gazette, Corning, Kansas. Digital copy available on seneca.advantage-preservation.com