In the deep Pacific so far away

                                            The Lord must have lost his temper one day

                                           And in his wrath he thumbed his nose,

                                           And on that spot an island rose.

                                                A Hell on earth, believe me, Pal!

                                                This miserable place became –

                                                A place where every man is weaned

                                                On bright yellow pills called Atabrine!

                                                Where a torrid sun burns flaming red

                                                And makes a man wish he were dead,

                                                A spot were a man draws his lot

                                                Of fever and jaundice and tropical rot.

                                                Where every man is sure to wear

                                                A nest of ant in his hair,

                                                For freedom’s sake we came to fight,

                                                For people’s sake we fought with might.

                                                For justices sake we made Tojo run.

                                                For our soldiers sake the fight was won.

                                                For our country’s sake we were willing to roam,

                                                But now for Christ’s sake, let’s go home.

                                                                                                            Albin J. Pearson

                                                                                                            33 C.B.