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Milty's Mag, December 1944
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Milty's Mag Page six __________________________ Look: more of this yet. Rest your bones midst smoke and fire, But guard you do not rouse my ire By bursting forth with raucous shore That sounds above the cannon's roar. Chorus: Rest, rest, calmly rest, Couched in Earth's sheet flowing breast, Do not leave your gun, though, lest Come Jap as univited guest. -------------------------------------- ugh ------------------------------------ Saturday Morning Broom and rag the dust abolish, Red wax give the shoes a polish, Blanket smooth atop the bunk, Room as neat as a monk. Body Freshly, cleanly bathed, Shining face so neatly shaved, Footsteps heard upon the stair, A silver flash, the Captain's there. 'Tenshun! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 4 Oct 44 Your scribe continues his merry round of army posts and, Elmer, adds his rollings to the sum of fourteen thousand miles of long trips, not counting the thousands of miles burned up hopping between Philadelphia and Washington, and between Sacramento and San Francisco. The monumental size of this issue is inspired by the fine appearance of the last, the cover of which came as a delightful surprise to me. Thanks, Laney. At ten cents per half-hour on a public typewriter, this has cost me thirty cents so far, so it is time to stop. ----------------------------------------
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Milty's Mag Page six __________________________ Look: more of this yet. Rest your bones midst smoke and fire, But guard you do not rouse my ire By bursting forth with raucous shore That sounds above the cannon's roar. Chorus: Rest, rest, calmly rest, Couched in Earth's sheet flowing breast, Do not leave your gun, though, lest Come Jap as univited guest. -------------------------------------- ugh ------------------------------------ Saturday Morning Broom and rag the dust abolish, Red wax give the shoes a polish, Blanket smooth atop the bunk, Room as neat as a monk. Body Freshly, cleanly bathed, Shining face so neatly shaved, Footsteps heard upon the stair, A silver flash, the Captain's there. 'Tenshun! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 4 Oct 44 Your scribe continues his merry round of army posts and, Elmer, adds his rollings to the sum of fourteen thousand miles of long trips, not counting the thousands of miles burned up hopping between Philadelphia and Washington, and between Sacramento and San Francisco. The monumental size of this issue is inspired by the fine appearance of the last, the cover of which came as a delightful surprise to me. Thanks, Laney. At ten cents per half-hour on a public typewriter, this has cost me thirty cents so far, so it is time to stop. ----------------------------------------
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