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What Did You Do Today, My Friend? 
What did you do today, my friend, 
From morn until night? 
How many times did you complain 
The rationing is too tight? 
When are you going to start to do 
All of the things you say? 
A soldier would like to know, my friend, 
What did you do today? 
We met the enemy today 
And took the town by storm. 
Happy reading it will make 
For you tomorrow morn. 
You'll read with satisfaction 
The brief communique. 
We fought, but are you fighting? 
What did you do today? 
My gunner died in my arms today; 
I feel his warm blood yet. 
Your neighbor’s dying boy gave out 
A scream I can’t forget. 
On my right a tank was hit, 
A flash and then a fire; 
The stench of burning flesh 
Still rises from the pyre. 
What did you do today, my friend, 
To help us with the task? 
Did you work harder and longer for less, 
Or is that too much to ask? 
What right have I to ask you this? 
You probably will say. 
Maybe now you'll understand; 
You see, I died today. 
This poem appeared in the “Falmouth Enterprise” and the “New York Herald Tribune.” 
It was written by a lieutenant in the U. S. Army on a North Africa battlefield after 
losing his foot. He was found by his comrades and his life was saved. 
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