Powdered milk and peanut butter
Are the things duty is made from,
Freedom or honor I hear you mutter
But people will kill to get some.

Seventeen years - always the same.
She nurtured both body and soul.
Seventeen years - I felt the shame,
I lived on the public dole.

So when my country perceived the threat
And sent out the call for war,
I cared little if the threat was met-
I wanted to even the score.

I went and I fought the inglorious war,
Hell - I'd have fought Attila the Hun.
And while I was there, my spirit could soar
Although it wasn't much fun.

I'm happy I went - my life's now begun.
That's one reason - there's another:
To say to my country," My duty is done,
And thanks for the peanut butter."

Copyright 1982 Louis J. Rose All Rights Reserved.