Poem from WWII

As some of you may know, my mother recently passed away. While looking through things, I came across this poem written by my grandmother in 1943. I thought some of you, especially the vets on here, might find it interesting.
My apologies for the "N" word. Remember, it was written in 1943.

Thoughts of a Lonely Selectee

Upon a windswept plateau
And what a hell of a spot
Fighting the terrible dust storms
In a land that time forgot

Into the brush with a rifle
Into the ditch with a pick
Doing the work of a ****
And too damn tired to kick

Up with the cowboys and indians
Up where a man gets blue
Up near the top of a mountain
And a thousand miles from you

At night the wind keeps howling
It's more than a man can stand
Hell no, we're not convicts
We're defenders of the land

We are living for tomorrow
Only to see our gals
Hoping that when we return
They're not married to our pals

We are soldiers of Selective Service
Earning a meager pay
Guarding the Wall Street millions
For only a buck a day

No one knows we are living
And no one gives a damn
Back home we are soon forgotten
We are loaned to Uncle Sam

Only for year we can stand it
One year from our lives we'll miss
Boys, don't let the Army get you
And for God's sake, don't re-enlist



Seems like the more things change, the more they stay the same!