Battle-weary soldiers of the Third Infantry Division eagerly swallow a hot meal near Bult, France after having been relieved from seemingly endless days of combat in the Vosges. (borrowed with respect from the History of the Third Infantry Division)

Infantrymen

By Edward M. McGuire
 

I saw them just this morning
As a hundred times before.
Forever walking, dragging,
I wonder if they know what for.
Mechanical beings they seemed to be,
Like men from another world.
With nothing but loneliness and death:
Wages for hours toiled.
 

Edward McGuire was a tanker in Cannon Company, 7th Infantry Regiment, 3rd Infantry Division. Edward wrote the above poem while sitting on his tank one morning watching the infantry moving forward into combat.

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