John S. Garrison
THE FINAL FORMATION
When the “Firefights” are over and we all “Stand Down”
When the last shot is fired, and we “All” hear its sound.
When the bugles blows and the taps are played,
then our roll will be called to the very last name.
And we’ll know that our duty here on earth has been done,
and we’ll all “Column Left” and we’ll march towards the Sun.
Our final inspection won’t be hard to sell,
‘cause we’ve “All Done Our Time” in our own
©Copyright 1988 by John S. Garrison