the willing conscript

Oh sergeant, Im a draftee
And Ive just arrived in camp
Ive come to wear the uniform
And join the martial tramp
And I want to do my duty
But one thing I do implore
You must give me lessons, sergeant
For Ive never killed before
To do my job obediently
Is all that I desire
To learn my weapon thoroughly
And how to aim and fire
To learn to kill the enemy
And then to slaughter more
Oh, Ill need instruction, sergeant
For Ive never killed before
Now, there are rumors in the camp
About our enemy
They say that when you see him
He looks just like you and me
But you deny it, sergeant
And you are a man of war
So you must give me lessons
For Ive never killed before
Now, there are several lessons
That I havent mastered yet
I havent got the hang of
How to use the bayonet
If he doesnt die at once
Am I to stick him with it more?
Oh, I hope you will be patient
For Ive never killed before
And the hand grenade is somethin
That I just dont understand
Youve got to throw it quickly
Or youre apt to lose your hand
Does it blow a man to pieces
With its wicked, muffled roar?
Oh, Ive got so much to learn
Because Ive never killed before
Well, I want to thank you, sergeant
For the help youve been to me
Youve taught me how to kill
And to hate the enemy
And I know that Ill be ready
When they march me off to war
And I know that it wont matter
That Ive never killed before
I know that it wont matter
That Ive never killed before