In The Foxhole
(March 1946)
Behind him lies the peaceful hearth,
Before him roars the cannon ball;
Around him, under him, the cramp earth,
About him cruel mosquitoes call.
Gladly he guards on the alert
When day is extremely hot,
And when night comes, cold and dark,
He stands sleepless on the spot.
Three cheers for the soldiers brave
Laud and honor crown him whole;
Think of his sacrifice to save
His countrymen behind the hole.
by: Mrs. Soledad L. Grasparil
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