“NO BEER, NO DRILLS”
When the call to arms was
We bid farewell to civil life and said farewell to home. We knew not where we were going, nor what we had to face. We were freighted around in box-cars, we were shoved from
place to place.
We slept in lousy billets, we stood and ate in the rain,
We were knee-deep in the mud. We stood all kinds of pain.
Sometimes our mess was slim, sometimes there was none at all.
Sometimes in the heat of battle we saw our buddies fall.
But now the war is ended, it seems too good to be true…
Commanders at home: keep us in your memories, forget not our payday, Forgive us if we outstay our pass and come back
AWOL, Remember we are the A. E. F. and that all war is —!
Lead us not into the kitchen and make us stand K. P., Help us to forgive all mess sergeants, wherever they may
be. We pray you to forgive our manners, Forget that we were S. O. L., and forgive us if we swear.
1919, WW1 American soldiers in Treveray, France, – Memoirs of France and the
Eighty-eighth Division – Photo: March 1919, a troopship arrives in New
York harbor with its troops all chanting, “We Want Beer.” On one of
the welcome vessels, a sympathetic brass band answers the chant with a
rendition of “How Dry I Am.” Source