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And left the German meanies

This ti Geer—join in the chorus

Yankee doodles keep it up,

Yankee doodle dandies,

Mind the mortars and the mines,

And keep your shovels handy

Then, someone across the church, a man with a very fine voice, perhaps even a professional voice but certainly worthy of any church choir, begins a

Be careful, it’s my heart

It’s not , it’s my heart

That earns less appreciative whistling and ’s lazy drawling croon, but it is well done nevertheless The htful

Rio retrieves her dry and toasty socks, puts theht fu with laces if trouble starts, but the front line has moved past them for now and short of an air raid—or a sudden counterattack—there is no real danger on this night Probably

She bunches her coat up into a pillow and closes her eyes She has acquired the combat soldier’s ability to fall asleep any place, any ti to voices, some familiar, some not

They’ll have us up again tomorrow, just you wait and see if they don’t

I’ines, don’t knohy I’m not in some motor pool instead of here

Yeah, that’s one pretty girl, Henricksen, you’re a lucky guy