David R. “Poppa” Alexander

A SOLDIERING I MUST GO

Across the ocean and through the woods
A-soldiering I must go
Through the screaming bullets I’ll try to be good
A-soldiering I must go.

There’s a war zone at home, so why are we here?
A-soldiering I must go!
Lawyers and Pullets, can’t find ‘em… so queer!
A-soldiering I must go!

My family I must leave behind
A-soldiering I must go
It breaks my heart to think of our mankind
A-soldiering I must go.

The children are starving; the wives have the flu…
A-soldiering I must go!
And all the young virgins are getting the blues…
A-soldiering I must go!

Putting up with snakes, bugs and crud
A-soldiering I must go
With even the flow of my life’s blood
A-soldiering I must go.

The natives are leery; some hate our guts…
A-soldiering I must go!
And the ones who like us all think we are nuts!
A-soldiering I must go!

My conscience tells me it’s for the Red, White, and Blue
A-soldiering I must go
If I return home when all is through
A-soldiering I must go.

Ma and Pa told me “Watch what you do… “
A-soldiering I must go!
How many at home could we give it up too?
A-soldiering I must go!

To a country that hates my very soul
A-soldiering I must go
We do this for my family and our country as a whole
A-soldiering I must go.

The lawyers all hate us to our very souls…
A-soldiering I must go!
Treat us like shit… we’re digging their hole…
A-soldiering I must go!

Think not of the awful things I may see
A-soldiering I must go
Another war in our quest to stay free
A-soldiering I must go.

Webmaster’s Note: This poem was a collaboration with someone identified only as “Kurt”‘. Kurt’s verses are in italics.