El-Bee Leblanc

Infantry

We had been trained.
People pick the army – they become mechanics, water-supply specialists, cooks, clerks – but the infantry
is different.
The Infantry picks the men: men who do poorly in math, excel at athletics, drink a lot, love their mothers, fear their fathers;
Men who have something to prove or feel they have already proven it all.
We are both proud and ashamed of what we are.
The stepchildren of the Army,
Infantrymen are like guard dogs at the rich man's house.
When people come to visit, the media, the USO, they lock us in the garage and tell us
not to bark,
but when night falls and there is noise outside, everyone is glad we're there.

Excerpt from "The Last True Story I'll Ever Tell" By John Crawford


I love the infantry because they are the underdogs. They are the mud-rain-frost-and-wind boys. They have no comforts, and they even learn to live without the necessities. And in the end they are the guys that wars can't be won without. -- Ernie Pyle

Canes Decidentes

Z-S Overview SaraShawa-Overview

Bill Barilko disappeared that summer
He was on a fishing trip
The last goal he ever scored
Won the Leafs the cup
They didn't win another 'til nineteen-sixty-two
The year he was discovered
I stole this from a hockey card
I keep tucked up under

My fifty-mission cap
I worked it in
I worked it in to look like that
It's my fifty-mission cap
It's his fifty-mission cap
And I worked it in (worked it in)
I worked it in
And I worked it in to look like that
And I worked it in to look like that