The dead men lay on the shell-scarred plain, Where death and the autumn held their reign— Like banded ghosts in the heavens grey The smoke…

It’s “Carry on!” and “Carry on!” and “Carry on!” all day, And when we cannot carry on, they’ll carry us away To slumber sound beneath…

“In the Army you are certain to receive what you get.”—TRENCH PROVERB. A RIFLEMAN lay snoring in the soft slush on the floor of the…