Desert Lament

The sun is fierce, the wind is dry, The sand gets in your mouth and eye. You dream of rain and shady trees And long for boots instead of these.

The trucks grind on from dawn till night, The stars are cold, the moon is bright. But still we smile, and still we fight — For freedom’s cause, and what is right.

“Desert Lament” – Anonymous soldier, The Eighth Army News (circa 1942), public domain.