Stumbling Home The Night After Pearl Harbor
That's me, last in the beer garden, first sap on line
at the recruiting station. The wife kept yapping
I shouldn't go before I have to, but me
and my buddies figured it's the right thing.
What a hero! I could lick those Jap bastards.
I come from real German soldiers, good
Germans. Hell, the goddamned Army took
my great-grandfather and he was damn near
eighty. Dumped me right out on my ass.
4F. Cock-eyed. Chickenshit,
that's what everybody'll think. Nobody's fist
is as big as mine. Can't get the damn key
in the damn dark. Let me alone. You
ought to be happy. The Army don't want me.