William H.A. Willbond MSM, CD


I quaffed golden ale in the days of my youth
acting brazen, obnoxious, and truly uncouth
Doing on square pack drill with two weeks CB[•]
Caused by the golden ale whist on a spree

Ten cents for a glass of that golden draft brew
For us wet canteen[•] patrons all tried and true
As I look back on it now, I think it’s no joke
The air was blue filled with thick cigarette smoke!

Too many glasses of gold with a frothy white head
Caused fracas bar fights and a guardroom[•] floor bed
Raising up glasses to the brave and the bold
At the end of the rainbow we chug-a-lugged our gold[•]!

Billy Willbond: Golden Ale

Author’s Note: The old Irish saying that there is a “Pot at the end of the Rainbow” is true! As kids we were told it was “gold”: as young adults we found out it was really “Golden Ale”! The pot was really a beer jug filled with wet canteen gold coloured draft beer!