The Forgotten First
Check below for enlarged view of the letter The Forgotten First. We joined this country’s army when the going was the roughest. We’re with a mad division that is called the fighting first. We swallowed sand in Borden when the training was the roughest. We crossed the grim Atlantic when the subs were at their worst. We prowled about in London when the nights were black and dreary. We roamed around the country on manonuvres by the score. We never knew that men could get so all un Godly weary, So utterly disgusted with that endless waiting war. Then just when things were such as make the bravest of us falter. They packed us into vessels and we headed out to sea They kept us in the atokeholes till we got around Gibraltar. Then we stormed the sandy beaches on the shores of Sicily, We slugged it out with Jerry on the bloody Moro river. We beat him at Cassino and we drove him out of Rome. And many of our buddies will be lying there forever. We’ve met a lot of trouble that you’ll