THE BUG OF FATE!
Yes, there’s only one way to explain it,
I’ve decided it really was fate.
For who’d think that a bug brought together,
A cadet and a girl who is great?
I was minding my own damn good business
(It was after my down-check on “B”)
When I started to cough and to sniffle,
And a gold-brick decided to be.
Spent two days in the Sick Bay Dispensary,
And I thought I’d be out on the third:
But a pharyngite bug had attacked me-
Left a cough that was really a bird!
“Hmmm – There’s only one way to defeat it,”
Said the doc, “So I think we’ll send
This young lad to the kind tender mercies
Of the guys up on ‘Hospital Bend’”.
Now I won’t say I’m sorry it happened
For I wasn’t up there very long,
When a wise-cracking cute little female
Came into my life like a song.
She was standing right there in the doorway,
(It was easy to see she’s a nurse)
And she said, with a pleasant expression,
“Cadet Brown! – Are you better or worse?”
Once recovered from child-like confusion,
And then seeing the chance that I had,
I quick gathered my wits and half muttered,
“I’ve seen plenty, and, son – that’s not bad!!”
So the days that I stayed were a pleasure,
(it was hard, tho’, to get magazines)
For she often dropped by isolation
Till I was up and once more on the scenes.
When recovered and back in the running,
I soon gave the sweet girl a few calls;
And we spent many pleasant long hours
At the beach, at shows, and the balls.
There’s a moral that goes with this story:-
To be safe as a bachelor mug,
I advise – and it freely is given –
Don’t go fooling around with a bug!!!
Guadalcanal – April 11, 1943.
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Brown
Comments: This poem was also handwritten into Doc Livingood’s log and specifically attributed to Theron Hart Brown, III. Additionally, it was contained in another collection attributed to Captain T. H. Brown, III.
This is the only poem that expressly identifies Theron Brown as the author by an internal reference.