by W.C. Guthrie

enroute to Lubbock to be sworn in, Oct. 7, 1940

Thoughts of An Army Recruit

NOW I am gone from old friends and loved ones

Like a young bird, my weak wings to try,

With new scenes and new faces around me

We've parted with tears in our eyes.

As the old train rolls on its puffing way

I hear its whistle screaming through the night

Taking me to a new life to-morrow

after this things will never seem right.

Mother, it hurt me so to leave you

it broke your dear heart I know,

But forever in my heart I'll keep your image

As to a new life to-morrow I go.

May the Father see fit, That's in Heaven

For a new lease on life to me give.

Now dear God, Father of all please protect them

Give Dear Mother the strength to be brave

Give her knowledge that I always will love her

E'er till this old body rots in the grave.