………………….(infantry column)
We’re foot-slog-slog-slog-sloggin’ over Africa
Foot-foot-foot-foot-sloggin’ over Africa –
(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up and down again!)
……..There’s no discharge in the war!
Seven-six-eleven-five-nine-an’-twenty mile to-day –
Four-eleven-seventeen-thirty-two the day before –
(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up an’ down again!)
……..There’s no discharge in the war!
Don’t-don’t-don’t-don’t-look at what’s in front of you.
(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movn’ up an’ down again),
Men-men-men-men-men go mad with watchin’ ’em,
……..An’ there’s no discharge in the war!
Try-try-try-try-to think o’ something different –
Oh-my-God-keep-me from goin’ lunatic!
(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up and down again!)
……..There’s no discharge in the war!
Count-count-count-count-the bullets in the bandoliers.
If-your-eyes-drop-they will get atop o’ you.
(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up and down again) –
……..An’ there’s no discharge in the war!
We-can-stick-out-‘unger, thirst, an’ weariness,
But-not-not-not-not the chronic sight of ’em –
Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up an’ down again,
……..An’ there’s no discharge in the war!
Tain’t-so-bad-by-day because o’ company,
But-night-brings-long-strings-o’ forty thousand million
Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up and down again.
……..There’s no discharge in the war!
I-‘ave-marched-six-weeks in ‘Ell an’ certify
It-is-not-fire-devils-dark or anything,
But boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up and down again,
……..An’ there’s no discharge in the war!
The Bard on the Hill 
Love Kipling.
Likewise. 🙂 It’s an interesting poem, a bit different. I tried something similar about sounds with my poem about Ft. Fisher being attacked during the Civil War (which you read at an earlier time). It’s nice to venture off the beaten path once in a while.