Artist: Ira Madris
Writer: Gayle Gleckler

Sleepless, lonely and terribly frightened. No rations left. There are only three things the soldier must have, his last breath of courage, his weapon, and his water.

Whether fighting in cotton fields during the Civil War, a chilling foxhole In World War II, the steamy jungles of Vietnam, or the parched sands of Desert Storm, the American soldier stands close to his buddy willing to share his last bit of water and save his life.

We’ve Drunk From the Same Canteen! 
by Private Miles O’Riley, from the Civil War

There are bonds of all sorts in this world of ours, 
Fetters of friendship and ties of flowers
And true lovers’ knot, I ween.
The boys and girls are bond by a kiss
There's never a bond, old friend, like this:
We have drunk from the same canteen!

We shared our blankets and tents together,,
And marched and fought in all kinds of weather, 
Had days of battle and days of rest,
But the memory I cling to and love the best:
We have drunk from the same canteen!

For when wounded I lay on the outer slope,
With my blood flowing fast and but little hope
On which my faint spirit might lean,
Oh!, then I remember, you crawled to my side,
And bleeding so fast it seemed both must have died,
We have drunk from the same canteen!