As sand blows fast over the hot, uneven ground,
One thought raises my low spirits when they are downed,
That is the gift of sight to see trying times through .
For soon I will be in a peaceful world, more true,
Seeing the wide smiles of those for who I would die,
Shall raise up my long-dormant feelings very high.
It seems long but the time will definitely come,
To get welcomed with wails of brass and beat of drum.
To the four winds all men in my unit will leave.
For this I am happy, and for it I may grieve.
Many I did not like, a few were not a bore.
I would not mind seeing those certain men some more.
To rest my heart I know in which city to go,
A giant city of steel I love called Tokyo.
With nice, intelligent women the city teems
Smart and pretty they can make true my greatest dreams.
My shoulders remember the feel of Asian hair.
As they soothed my body with perfect love and care.