Below the decks I could hear the pounding

Of a relentless sea against its hull.

The ship was bound for Europe,

And bringing us to fight a war.

Landed in Swansea, Wales

And then a truck ride to England.

Spent a month in the moors,

Learning how to survive.

Then to France to face the Germans,

Who by now were starting to fall back.

When we got to the Rhine, a bed check Charly

Almost did us in when he strafed us.