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At five I crawl behind the lines- I find no stretches there - Upon my chest they've never thought To pin a "croix de guerre" - No one knows how every day, I Bravely go & make my stand No one knows that I'm existing In the midst of No Man's Land - I have no uniform - and yet I think I have the right to be saluted as I pass As much as those who fight. No one knows I'm in the battle - When the struggle will be o'er NOT a soul will ever know I Lent a hand to win the war! Poetie - no - pathetic - yes -