My Family

I've loved all my children Their voices so sweet, Their toys and small plunder All strewed at my feet.
I've loved them, and dressed them, And cuddled them, too, I've tied their blond hair With ribbons of blue.
I've polished their boots And mended jeans, too, Of brave little men While like "Daddy" they grew.
They are real and true Though no one else knows, The love of a Mother Who must just suppose.
I've watched them grow Into women and men, It's only a dream, But it isn't a sin.
                                                                      Reta Whitman Carr

Line Up and Take Your Turn
It's line up at the training camp For everything you do. You may not believe me But I'm telling you it's true. It's line up alphabetically By squads, or any way, But always line up promptly Whenever non-coms say. It's line up for inspection And it's line up when you eat, It's line up for revelie And line up for retreat.
Line up to get your outfit For each and every piece. Line up for vaccination, Line up and sign for pay roll, And line up to get your pay. Line up to get a haircut Just before inspection day. Line up at the infirmary To get your aspirin pills And a glass of mineral water For your real or fancied ills.
It's line up at the liberty To see the movie vamp, It's line up at the buses When you're going out of camp.
It's line up at the counter For your favorite Chocolate bar. It's line up for this, Or line up for that, No matter where you are.
And when our time comes And we are bumped off, It will be just our fate To line up for eternity At the Pearly Gate.
                                                            Bill Carr

Source:

Hopes, Dreams and Memories, p. 8, 9, 16