"As you were," . MUNITIONS BUILDING Goodbye, Munitions! Your vaulted wallsThat housed the hopes and plans of warsdirection Will soon be haunted by the echoing treadOf those who hexe have served their Countrys need, and then passed onTo once again take up the lines that He or she let fall. Goodbye! When each shall journey back To that small niche in life thatWe call home, we know our hearts will Spur our minds to recollectionsOf the hours spent here, and add A touch of joy as well as sadness for theDays that were and cannot be again. The friendships that were born withinYour far stretched wings
"As you were," . MUNITIONS BUILDING Goodbye, Munitions! Your vaulted wallsThat housed the hopes and plans of warsdirection Will soon be haunted by the echoing treadOf those who hexe have served their Countrys need, and then passed onTo once again take up the lines that He or she let fall. Goodbye! When each shall journey back To that small niche in life thatWe call home, we know our hearts will Spur our minds to recollectionsOf the hours spent here, and add A touch of joy as well as sadness for theDays that were and cannot be again. The friendships that were born withinYour far stretched wings will bind Us in a closer brotherhood, and in The years that lie ahead where many Paths will cross, we know a happy fateWill guide our course so that In passing we shall meet again. Your channeled corridors whereYouthful feet would pause to be Oertaken by a quick familiar tread, Will hold the echoes of a thousand trysts— Witness to words and theme that, whenThose who used them pass their way todust Will answer
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