ALEUTIAN SUMMER OF 1943

By Warrant Officer Boswell Boomhower

A soldier stood at the Pearly Gate

His face was wan and old.

He gently asked the man of fate

Admission to the fold.

"What have you done," St. Peter asked,

"To gain admission here?"

"I've been in the Aleutians

For nigh unto a year."

Then the gates swung open sharply

As St. Peter tolled the bell.

"Come in," said he, "and take a harp.

You've had your share of hell."