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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 -