大象传媒

I joined the A.T. S. when I was seventeen.
After seeing the brochure, I was terribly keen.
But, alas and alack, when i turned up at camp
the dream that 鈥榙 had became slightly damp.
Our reception was cold, and so was the food.
Next step was the Medic, and to stand in the nude.
We were tapped and prodded and asked funny questions
about if we鈥檇 had any doubtful infection.

Oh! how I wished i could sit by a fire
instead of dressing in this 'friendly' attire.
Overalls, too large, which reached to the flour,
Plus the caps on our heads, was all that we wore.
Yes, we still had our shoes on, we did look a fright.
If Hitler invaded, he would鈥檝e died at the sight.
This was the star of many such dramas.
Today, you would simply call then traumas.

At the end of the month we looked on the board.
We were going away, oh, thank the lord.
But as I looked closer, and looked again,
I saw I was being sent to Salisbury Plain.
To more cold huts with roofs that leaked.
Now, more than ever, the future looked bleak.
In spite of all this, I must confess
I made many friends, some of the best.

Now, when I look back, I am glad that I went,
because in spite of it all, my youth was well spent.

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