His spirits rose under the stinging spray and he began humming’ an old army tune:
“I wanna go home,
Gee, but I wanna go home.
The bullets they whistle,
The cannons they roar;
I don’t wanna go back to the trenches no more.
I wanna sail ’cross the sea
Where the Allemand can’t get at me.
Oh, my, I’m too young to die.
Gee, but I wanna go home!”