SAILOR NOT AN AIRMAN NOR A SOLDIER

There was chicken in the mess deck
Three sailors ate their fill
Those soldiers they had landed
Were dug in on a hill

Some air crew now reclined
Upon the upper decks
The soldiers they had landed
Continued on their treks

Their ice cream was delicious
Three sailors liked it so
Those soldiers they had landed
Were putting on a show

Some of those soldiers had been killed
A brutal way to go
The aircrew and the sailors
Just had no way to know

A different job is done by each
Assaults require all three
The blood that's shed beyond the beach
Was not the work for me

©Copyright November 11, 2004 by Trevor Morgan