Over the Top With Pershing

Over the Top With Pershing

The night was dark, the rain came down,
The boys stepped off with never a frown.
Into the trench all mud and slime,
And thousands of miles from their native clime,
They took their places in face of death,
And waited their turn with bated breath,
‘Til the order came to open fire,
They screwed their courage higher and higher.

Over the top they go to fight
For suffering friends and human right,
Over the top they see their way
To a clearer aim and a freer day,
Over the top, O God of Might,
Help our laddies to win the fight.

Zelda Fitzgerald

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