Thursday, July 21, 2016

LOOSE CANNON --By JC Langelle--(C) 1990

Loose Cannon

The troops are all lined up and waiting for their pay,
the Corporal-of-the-Guard has been sleeping all day.
There's a loose cannon in the camp across the way,
incoming shells land and explode where they may.

Combat machine gunners have a short life span,
a job like that can make a boy forget he's a man.
Soldiers dig foxholes into the desert sand,
as a loose cannon sprays shells across the land.

They hit the trenches quickly when an incoming round
whistles overhead and slams into the ground.
Sending dirt, rocks and stone and people Heaven bound;
shouts of "INCOMING!" are a familiar sound.

A fusillade of shells is a terrifying sight;
will make a brave man wonder if he indeed can fight.
On his mind constantly the slogan "Might Makes Right"
as a loose cannon sprays shells into the night.

There's a loose cannon in the camp across the way,
but the cook doesn't care it's just another day.
Someone's got to peel the spuds and put them on a tray
so he can feed the troops and send them on their way.

As the corpsman counts the bandages he's holding in his hand,
the soldiers are determined to make a solid stand.
And spinning his baton, the leader strikes up the band
as a loose cannon sprays shells across the land.