I had put my time in the Service 
Each long and draggin' year. 
With some of it in a heat struck land 
And some of it back here. 
I cursed the Service I followed 
As my back was chafed by my pack 
I dreamed of the day of my discharge 
It came. Then I came back! 
It wasn't the need o' rations 
I had money and friends and a bed. 
And it wasn't the Recruitin' Sergeant 
I knew better than what he said, 
It wasn't the fancy posters 
That tells a man not to slack. 
There's somethin' about the Army, 
I dunno, but I came back. 
I thought I was through with the Army 
With its calls and sweats and drill 
I thought I was quits of the squadroom 
And the Sergeant's whistle shrill, 
I thought I was through with the Service 
An' I swore that I'd give it the sack 
I swore that I hated the discipline 
I cursed it. Then I came back! 

         TenEyck Van Deusen