Unceasingly we’ve preached it since, and that ‘Thou shalt not kill.’
And all these toilsome, changeful years we’ve retrograded till
We are with you, Mr. Caveman, for we’re simple cavemen still.”
I thought I was quite eloquent; my brain began to burn,
When a hand stretched out and shook me—’twas a hand I could not spurn.
I yawned and tried to dodge that grasp, but I awoke to learn
’Twas the N.C.O. on duty, saying: “Come, my lad, your turn!”
J. M. Collins, 9th Battalion.
G. T. M. R.