143d FIELD ARTILLERY BATTALION

Fling your hats high, for the ONE FOUR THREE
The greatest gang in the Field Artillery
We're tough as leather when the going's rough
But never an assignment have we muffed.

We handle our guns like men possessed
Whenever we're given the "acid test'
We've always proved equal when we were told
To blow up a Jap mortar or know it cold.

"Say, Number One, are you all set to go?"
And Mr. Gunner, you're just a bit slow
"Fire, " yells the Executive from his post on high
As the rounds go screaming up to the sky,

Straight to its mark it wends its way
And if the Japs don't scatter, there's hell to pay
'cause as we pour volley on volley
'twould be fatal to stay there, by golly!

We've gone through places that'd stop a tank
And fought the elements in places dank
Yet we've come through, with banners flying
Hell yes, were tough, there's no denying,

We'll make it so hot for the little Nip
Who thought we were soft, but he made a slip
When he attacked Pear Harbor in December
Now we'll give him something he'll long remember,

So bring on your Japs and Germans too
We'll show them artillery and what we can do
We'll knock all his installations off of this map
And for good measure - just annihilate little "Mr. Jap."

Well its hats off to the ONE FOUR THREE
You will live on through eternity
When this war is over and the strife is done
Return home, enjoy the Peace, you so dearly won,

by M/SGT Walter E. Newman
Sergeant Major, 143rd FA Bn.
Somewhere in the South Pacific