When only poetry will do – in their words ______
A SOLDIERS PICNIC
I like my olives sanded,
My pickles full of bugs;
I’m rustic: To be candid,
I shy from chairs and rugs.
The open field! The azure sky!
The fields of waving grain!
The piece of huckleberry pie
That’s bogged with sudden rain!
I understand the merits of
A cake that’s turned to goo;
For every bite I take and love
Mosquitoes give me two,
And naught I know can close compare
The taste of hardboiled eggs,
While bees make honey in my hair
And flies besiege my legs.
So “outdoor” is the word for me
Ah! – Give me trees to hack!
And then my first response will be
To give the damned things back.
– By M/Sgt. H. E. KELLENBERGER
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PenneyVanderbilt 
Thank you, Penny. You do so much to help people remember these troops.
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