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TOASTS FOR THE LOST LIEUTENANTS
For Karl the Cornell rower,
who wore the medals he deserved.
For Grogan of Brooklyn, who left
no memory worth mentioning.
For Foley, who married the commandant’s
daughter though nothing came of it.
For Clasby, who wanted out,
and when he could, got out.
For Schoen, who married, stayed in,
thickened, and retired a major.
For Chalfant, who bought a sword
and dress blues but remained Chalfant.
For Billy Adrian, the best
of punters, legless in Korea.
For Nick Christopolos, who kept
a luger just in case.
For Soderberg, who taught us
songs on the hot Sundays.
For Dahlstrom, the tennis king,
who starched his dungarees erect.
For Jacobson, who followed me
across the worst of all creeks.
For Laffin and the gun he cracked
against a rock and left there.
For Nathan Hale, who really was
descended but shrugged it off.
For Elmore, buried in Yonkers
five presidents ago.
For Lonnie MacMillan, who spoke
his Alabamian mind regardless.
For Bremser of Yale, who had it
and would always have it.
For lean Clyde Lee, who stole
from Uncle once too often.
For Dewey Ehling and the clarinet
he kept but never played.
For Lockett of the Sugar Bowl
champs, and long may he run.
For Lyle Beeler, may he rot
as an aide to the aide of an aide.
For Joe Buergler, who never
would pitch in the majors.
For Kerg, who called all women cows
but married one who wasn’t.
For me, who flunked each
test on weapons but the last.
For Sheridan, who flunked them all,
then goofed the battle games
by leaving his position, hiding
in a pine above the generals’
latrine until he potted
every general in sight, thus
stopping single-handedly the war.
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