Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 35, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 February 1910 — Call of the Service. [ARTICLE]

Call of the Service.

I’ve come back, Mr. Sergeant, though my last three bit is done, And my “buzzard” (when I got it) seemed to be so hardly won, For I’ve heard the service editing, and in fancy I can see My old place waiting for me yet, with dear old Company D. I’ve been wandering through the country, from the mountains to the ... sea, But I’m longing for the good old life, the easy life and free. The life I’ve led for many years, and my fathers did before. The life, please God, that I’ll live now and on forevermore. I want to walk my post again, to feel the breezes blow, And see the tents all white at night, in straight and even row, And the relief once more to halt, and ■ march back" to the tent, And snatch four little hours of sleep, for out again I’m sent ■ * 4 .» 1 Send me westward to the Islands where soft the breezes blow. And the natives in their hammocks swing so gently to and fro. For I long again to hear the call at morn of reveille, And the echoes faint returning from the mountains ’cross the bay. So I-have come back, sergeant, for my wandering is done, And I’ll ask for nothing better than once more to grasp a gun. To touch my elbows with the boys a* into ranks we fall. Until we stand to answer the last great / buglecall.