Here's the poem Jendresen wrote after Smith wounded Talbert when he thought he was a German. The Night of the Bayonet The night was filled with dark and cold When Sergeant Talbert, the story’s told Pulled on his poncho and headed out To check the lines dressed like a Kraut. Upon a trooper, our hero came Fast asleep, he called his name Smith! Oh, Smith! Get up! It’s time To take your place out on the line. And Private Smith, so very weary Cracked an eye all read and bleary Then grabbed his gun, he did not tarry Hearing Floyd but seeing Jerry. Don't! cried Tab, It's me! and yet, Smith charged, tout suite with bayonet. He lunged, he thrust, both high and low And skewered the boy from Kokomo. And as they carried him away Our punctured hero was heard to say When in this war you venture out Best never do it dressed as a Kraut!
