On Burma Hills

Seven days' patrol is over! We've had a proper scrub. We make a little fire, And we cook a bit of grub. The daybreak flames around us The sky is emerald green — Ten thousand miles from Blighty And oceans in between. Young Bert puts on a record, And while I comb my hair, We talk about the Empire — The one in Leicester Square. SALUTE THE SOLDIER Let us salute him, the man who fights our battles for us. Let us salute him by saving more—much more. SALUTE THE SOLDIER every day and every week, not only in your Special Week, but all the time.