the mission

 

kick the stand up, flick the wrist
this baby’s warmed up and ready
to lift

I’ll ride the gun, you pack the ammo, they
won’t see the hammer blow, ‘til it’s
too late

gathered speed and surge of power
hold steady, I see the target dead
ahead

armed, locked, target acquired
75 mils, recoilless
fire!

dust and crumbled mortar brushed off,
empty bags in hand for the bounty
beyond

look at that… they’re home-made, too
I can’t stop droolin’… quickly now,
grab ‘em

back at camp, we chow, happy and lazy
fresh baked, oven hot, biscuits and
gravy