He’ll spend his Christmas ’neath the Flag; he’ll miss each merry face,
Old Glory smiling down on him must take his mother’s place,
Yet in the Christmas box we’ve sent, in fancy he will find
The laughter and the tears of joy that he has left behind.

    His mother’s tenderness is there, his father’s kindly way,
    And all that went last year to make his merry Christmas Day;
    He’ll see once more his sister’s smile, he’ll hear the baby shout,
    And as he opens every gift we’ll gather round about.

He cannot come to share with us the joys of Christmas Day;
The Flag has called to him, and he is serving far away. 
Undaunted, unafraid and fine he stands to duty grim,
And so this Christmas we have tried to ship ourselves to him.

         A Plea

God grant me these:  the strength to do
Some needed service here;
The wisdom to be brave and true;
The gift of vision clear,
That in each task that comes to me
Some purpose I may plainly see.

God teach me to believe that I
Am stationed at a post,
Although the humblest ’neath the sky,
Where I am needed most,
And that, at last, if I do well,
My humble services will tell.

God grant me faith to stand on guard,
Uncheered, unspoke, alone,
And see behind such duty hard
My service to the throne. 
Whate’er my task, be this my creed: 
I am on earth to fill a need.

         Your Country Needs You

The country needs a man like you,
It has a task for you to do. 
It has a job for you to face. 
Somewhere for you it has a place. 
Not all the slackers dodge the work
Of service where the cannon lurk,
Not all the slackers on life’s stage
Are boys of military age. 
The old, the youthful and unfit
Must also do their little bit.

    The country needs a man like you,
    ’Twill suffer if you prove untrue. 
    What though you cannot bear a gun? 
    That isn’t all that’s to be done. 
    There are a thousand other ways
    To serve your country through the days
    Of trial and the nights of storm. 
    You need not wear a uniform
    Or with the men in council sit
    To serve the Flag and do your bit.

    Somewhere for you there is a place,
    Somewhere you have a task to face. 
    There’s none so helpless or so frail
    That cannot, when our foes assail,
    In some way help our common cause
    And be deserving of applause. 
    Behind the Flag we all must be,
    Each at his post, awake to see
    That in so far as he has striven,
    His best was to his country given.