We are not masters of the present year -
Superiors ordain a heartless law
Making the future sterile. Yet, we fear
No man or mandate, and do not with draw
But say the past was good, select this time
To love ignoring that perverted fate
Does not approve. We speak the speech and rhyme
Of love to find in silence not sharp hate
Nor pains but dreams which cowards may not know,
Wherein right laughter rings in homes of peace
And lives are lived together. We both show
All that so many lips dare not release
Within each other's arms despite the hell
Predicted say: "Forever will last this spell!"
- By S/Sgt. VIRGLE D. McKIBBEN
"What is an American?" they said
Is he yellow, brown or black, or white or red?
His flesh is any color flesh can be
God made complexions in variety
"What is religion?" they implored
"How does he worship? Whom does he call Lord?"
His creed is tolerance; his faith is trust
Let every man seek truth the way he must
"What is his government?" they asked me more
"What is his work? Does he believe in war?"
He fights for human justice, with a zeal
Which enemy and friend alike must
- By Sgt. G. ELWOOD JONES