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by Lt. Kenneth C.
Reimer. KGF # 4453, Stalag Luft I - Barth, Germany
A gay young chap of the US Air Corps
Climbed into his airplane
And flew off to war...
O're the target his ship caught afire,
Our lad decided,
T'was time to retire...
A reception committee of the Third Reich
Was on had to greet him
When he did alight...
To Dulag Luft he was dispatched in haste,
And of solitary confinement,
He got a taste...
Interrogated: He knew only name, rank and number,
There never was
A guy any dumber...
Then off to Stalag, first class accommodations,
Living like a king,
On Red Cross rations...
Finally herded off into a Stalag Luft camp,
With many another,
Lonely and hungry, for home he start goin',
Only to learn that leaving,
Is strictly "Verboten"...
Not only forbidden, but looked on as a crime,
So the local "clink",
Claims a stretch of his time...
Black bread, barley, turnips and potatoes,
A horrible diet,
As his standard goes...
June 6 - Invasion! It won't be long now!
X-mas in Kriegie land,
Unhappy!-- and how!...
The Russian offensive rolls on west,
'Uncle Joe' Stalin is the guy
He loves best...
Now all fronts are moving, the end is in sight,
Stalag resounds with,
"C'mon Joe!"-- "C'mon Ike!"...
Lean days in March,- little stew and less bread,
Those wonderful meals,
He planned in his head...
"Blood and Guts" Patton is charging on east,
How the kreigesgefangenen
Morale is increased...
At last came the Russians,
Then May 8 -- Der Kreig's termination.
Evacuated by the U.S. Air Force,
On the homeward course...
The grandest sight in the whole wide world
Is the Statue of Liberty
With "Old Glory" unfurled...
Now that my little story I've shown
I'm sure you can see why
I'M SO GLAD TO BE HOME!
"About the Author: In recent years the name "Roger
Wilco" has skyrocketed into national, - even worldwide
prominence. Especially in the Air Corps is his name on every tongue.
As Paul Bunyan is to lumbermen, as Gypsy Rose Lee to burlesque, as Steve
Brodie is the Brooklyn, -- so is "Roger Wilco" to the men who go up
to the sky in ships.