"George Kent!" A velvet album from his folks in Baltimore.
And how we cheered the pictures from the girls in every State
To their sweethearts in the army, on Christmas, '68!
"Fred Gray!" A sudden silence fell on that noisy place.
Poor Fred lay in the foot-hills with the snow above his face.
But his bunkie loosed the package of its wrappings, one by one—
'Twas a Bible from his mother, with a blessing for her son.
And the hardest heart was softened as we thought of our deadmate
And that lonely, stricken mother on Christmas, '68.
But the Sergeant raised the shadow as he shouted, "Jerry Clegg!"