Who are the unsung heros, these?
Who gathers not the Victor's wreathes,
Whose tasks go on from sun to sun
Doing the jobs that must be done?

The men who mend the war machines,
Supply the clothing, burn the beans.
They do a thousand different deeds,
Each vital to the Company's needs.

Your blasted half track just won't go?
That's easy! Go see Sgt. Joe.
Roberts, Goodyear, Beardsley or John,
Will darn soon have you rolling on.

Your gun won't shoot, call for Gillette,
And John Long has your mail I'll bet.
A runner at Battalion,
Comes Dennis Regan on the run.

You need some ammo on the job?
See Koutnik, or 'Pfiffner, T/5, Bob',
Or if the task be not too hard
It might be handled by Bernard

You want a peep that gets ther quick?
Call Cherubino, or Dominick.
A truck pulls in with a flattened tread,
That's drove by Asbury, the Red.

Hungry? Go see the kitchen crew,
And they'll whip up a bit of stew
While Stuer labors on the stoves,
'Staff' Warren explains those absent loaves.

While Farley on his roster works
Muttering the while about 'those jerks'
You'll hear the whine of a '508'
That's Bebb, about to communicate.

It matters not if the woods be dense,
In spite of mud or picket fence,
He brought us here, he'll take us back,
G. C. Smith and his 'Non-Stop' track.

We don't expect to get Bronze Stars
For handling these routine tasks of ours,
But we hope to hear when the war is won
One work of praise, that phrase 'well done'.

- Bebb