Terry D. Sutherland


Sittin’ on a powder keg
Waitin’ for a war
We just cleaned our howitzer
What a shiny bore

We are always ready
To shoot some H and I
They had Bouncing Betty
We’re armed with beehive

We shot illumination
Just the night before
Now we’re at our station
With green bag behind the door

We just had our C’s
But we never get to sleep
Another fire mission, please
The casings are knee deep