I’m sure my dad got this from one of his buddies, but there are no credits for it. Enclosed in a letter sent to mom just after Christmas, 1942.

CAMP CROWDER BLUES

I am sitting here and thinking of the things I left behind
and would hate to put on paper what is running through my mind.

I have washed a million dishes and have peeled as many spuds.
I have paid as many dollars for the washing of my duds.

The many parades I have stood for is very hard to tell.
I hope it’s nice in heaven, for I know what it is in hell.

I have walked a thousand miles or more and never left the post.
I have studied till the dawning hours for the course I wanted most.

When my final days are over and my life cares laid away
I will do my final dress parade on the golden judgement day.

St. Peter then will grab me, and suddenly he will yell,
“Come in if you are from Crowder, you have served your time in hell.”