The fag

'Twas as black as your hat when we landed; We silenced those posts to a man. Then a dog started barking—the rockets went up— And that's when the party began. We busted his radio station, The Major's lot smashed his H.Q. Then his ammo went up—oh boy, what a roar! Then I stopped one—and then we withdrew. I was done for if Bill hadn't found me And poulticed me up with this rag; I wouldn't have missed it for thousands! And now—well, thank God for a fag. SALUTE THE SOLDIER Let us salute him, the man who fights our battles for us.