It was not righteousness, it was not luck
That made the Fort, the Sherman and the Duck,
Or launched the Liberties and L.S.T.'s
To take St. George across the narrow seas.
And when we modestly proclaim our might
Let us be glad Big Business joined the fight,
And sing for ever on the Day of Thanks
The vast inventive genius of the Yanks.
August 13, 1944
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