I wonder how the table looks at home
I wonder if they miss me while I roam
I wonder how it feels,
to sit down to three square meals
While we are here just starving all along
I can see the steaks and chickens coming in.
I can see the fried potatoes thick and thin.
I can hear my mother say
Boys what will you have today
I wonder how the table looks at home.
This is one of many that are sung every night before taps…
(Editor’s Note: See Postal while On Patrol, Texas 8/9/1916)
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