The Furlough

by Scott B. Laughlin

Copyright 1996

Most young men seem willing to go

Right to the line howbeit they know

‘Twas no different for Marv and me

Adventure was for both I and he

It began in the spring of fifty-eight

That we took leave on the same date

And set out for a Missouri farm

Practicing curiosity and charm

Our furlough sped past in a great flash

As did most of our borrowed cash

A week later we met in Rich Hill

With between us a five-dollar bill

We wiped the tears of our Maids’ dread

Then toward Carolina we both sped

If late returning to base we were

Trouble for us would surely occur

But we signed in just in time

With but a penny and one thin dime.

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