Sure, a little bit of shrapnel fell from out the sky one day
And it nestled in my shoulder in a quaint and loving way
And when the doctor saw it, it looked so sweet and fair
He said "suppose we leave it, for it looks so peaceful there"
He painted it with iodine to keep the germs away
It's the only way to treat these things, no matter what they say
But early the next morning, he changed his fickle mind
So he marked me up for duty and he sent me down the line

~Anonymous, WW1