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GENERAL ORDER NUMBER ONE
As we all stood round
watching him sleep,
we talked about what to do.
The irony was…he, the sentry,
was the only one sleeping.
Top was the quietest,
and me, of course, I was the loudest.
Binghamton suggested me shake him,
to make sure he was alive.
He was alive, alright,
alive and asleep at his post.
Just as I was about to crack one more time,
Top pulled out his pistol and shot
Private Smith right in the head.
War IS hell…
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