by E.C. Reh

In a foxhole not too deep 
sits a Grunt in need of sleep 
with rifle lying across an arm 
at the ready to sound alarm 

An ammo belt on his hip 
with LBV so it won't slip 
eyes roving in an arc 
squinting, peering through the dark 

Ears listening for any sound 
rocks in tin cans all around 
barbed wire across the front 
and nothing scares this 03 Grunt 

Chilly night winds upon the hill 
not enough to deter his will 
head is sheltered in his pot 
as such is the 03's lot 

Grenades hanging on his chest 
bayonet at his side with all the rest 
in his pocket there is gum 
keeping him content in the glum 

If it rains that's okay 
he's all prepared anyway 
heat and hell he takes with a grin 
this 03 Grunt is trained to win

Any enemy lurking about 
had better take another route 
the 03 Grunt will deal the cards 
with sights set at three hundred yards 

This 03 Grunt has his orders 
daring any to cross his borders 
he's a creature of the night 
solely saying what's wrong or right 

If it's tough he won't be grieved 
he's on the job until relieved 
wherever he is he owns the land 
be it forest or desert sand 

Let the place be dry or muddy 
makes no difference to him or his buddy 
wherever it be he'll hold the line 
planting both feet saying,
"This land is mine!"

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The author: Ed Reh served May 1958-May 1961 with the 1st Medium Anti-Aircraft Missile Battery, and the 1st Light Anti-Aircraft Missile, Co. A, Battery A.

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