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But worst of all, when I get bored
With what the fellows say,
I think about a girl I know
So many miles away;
The nicest, dearest little girl
You'd ever care to know.
She was my sweetheart once, it seems,
A hundred years ago.
Forget it, soldier!
Sweethearts are not for you.
Your rifle is your sweetheart,
So learn to shoot it true.
—C. F. R.—Camp Hancock
