“Wonder when the strawberries and ice cream will be served,” Giddings remarked and Clem knew that no matter how the young man really felt he was game. The corporal glanced down the line; there were other pale faces and set lips, but there were also smiles and laughter. One man struck up a song, with words and music ad libitum:
“Where do we go from here, boys,
Where do we go from here?
To punch the Hun
Like a son-of-a-gun.
It’ll be some fun
To make him run
And get his bun
And take his mon.
Oh, hi, yi, that’s where we’ll go from here!”