WE DRANK FROM THE SAME CANTEEN.
Nothing, to my mind, better illustrates the fraternity developed in the army than the following poem, composed by Private Miles O’Reilly:—
WE’VE DRANK FROM THE SAME CANTEEN.
There are bonds of all sorts in this world of ours,
Fetters of friendship and ties of flowers,
And true lover’s knots, I ween.
The girl and the boy are bound by a kiss,
But there’s never a bond, old friend, like this—
We have drank from the same canteen.
It was sometimes water, and sometimes milk,