I've Lost My Mind

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by Tony Craidon

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THE INFANTRY SONG: "FOOT SOLDIERS"

By Cavanaugh Murphy, Army

Writing Type: Poem

Slog on,
Lock and load.
Walk on,
Follow the shell pocked road.
Riflemen, you’re the infantry,
The best that there can be.
Foot soldiers, growing bolder,
You may not get any older.
Zing, zing, zing!
Enemy rifles begin to sing.
Wham! Mortars coming in.
The United States Army Infantry.
Leading the fight to keep this country free.
Zam! Oh, God, not .88s!
Slog on, lock and load, follow the shell-pocked road,
Then deploy, foot soldiers, deploy,
Man and boy.
Listen to Sarge and the young Lieutenant,
They’re heaven-sent,
Victory is victory,
That anyone can see;
And defeat is death,
Deadly, final death.
So slog on, from Valley Forge, to New Orleans - slog on,
Through Antietam, to Belleau Wood, Pusan, Saigon.
Slog on. “Understood, foot soldiers?” he uttered.
Understood, Cap’n,” they muttered–sighing,
And went on, shooting and dying.
The United States Army Infantry: foot soldiers,
Ever forward. En avant!

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by Frank Mattson

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by Melvin Brinkley

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by Allen Burns

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by Dean Glorso

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