I wrote this at JRTC during a lull in the fighting, AKA my PSG passed out so I took it upon myself to disregard my duty and break up the monotony with some healthy writing.

Early one morning

Too damp and dreary,

Behind the RWS

So weak and weary,

Sits a soldier

With his face to the glass,

Waiting for Geronimo

To come out and show his ass.

But upon the rear hatch he hears a knock,

So his rifle with haste he does load and lock

From the outside he hears a whisper,

“Collard make me some coffee so I can be awake and chipper!”

With a sigh of annoyance he readies the nectar,

Longing to leave the truck and stroke his pecker

But with the aroma of balls so heavily in the air,

He loads up the Keurig without a thought of care

Upon delivery the Sergeant begins to complain,

“Make the coffee stronger or I’ll go insane!”

A smart ass comment but he holds his tongue,

Rather than anger the mangy mung