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We re the
Armorce Eng-i .. neers
build t e fields, From which
The
men who ,i e A - i
a - tors fly, To win their vic - tries in the
sky, Our land - ing mats are stones -- From which they're
step - ping on, - enge t ose w a-
doe, died out there be - fore ---
whoe~v (C`HtiS)
We t e the Eight f if-ty se v -en Eng
_____Eng - i - neera.s
We have no wor - ries or no fears, e're the
'~W K1 retJhe
roughest and tough-est of the En - i - neer lot, S ay o of our
way or we'll make it Damn hot(2 Ue're the Eight
(2 fifty-Seventh Engrs.
These stepping stones We'll hold And that this world's made safe
Until those planes return For every man and race
From the scourging of facist foes
Who to this earth have brought us woes
Uill always be the prayer
Of the Aviation Engineer
DIRECTION r E. .FRAZIE 2nd Lt. C.E.
Fo4 Orchestra For Enteitainers For Chorus
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- _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
TO: Lt. Col. WILLIAM E. HOTCHKISS
The following song was written by the undersigned with the help of
the enlisted men of our orchestra and chorus while en route overseas. It
was presented for the first time by our entertainment group to those making
the voyage with us.
We present copies of this song to Captain H. 0. Roesch, USN, Capt.
William S. Tyrre11 Lt. Col. Lyle A. Baldwin, Major Paul L. Foster, Chaplain
Yi.H. Turner and Chaplain H.B. Walker, in appreciation for a safe and pleas-
ant passage, and dedicate it to you, our beloved Commanding Officer.
857th BATTALION SONG
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