Paul Harold Martin
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One For Uncle Sam
When I was yet a young man,
And full of zest and dare,
I flew the fastest planes they had,
Without a damn or care.
The throttle of my little care,
Was always on the floor,
My home was just for parking,
Of my hat upon the door.
And when my country called me,
Because they had a war,
My buddies came a running,
As their fathers had before.
Some of us were lucky,
Though we couldn't see it then,
For the service wouldn't take us,
And they wouldn't tell us when.
We were starving for excitement,
Which feeds the youthful ...