GOD BLESS AND PROTECT OUR TROOPS!
TATTOO (Click)
Must retire the 0500 0430 Reveille approaches relentlessly. Our Taskmasters vex us with an ever-increasing burden of work. They have sequestered us in a remote chamber known only as The Land of the Lost, which bears a banner over the lintel stating:
ABANDON ALL HOPE, YE WHO ENTER HERE!
They stand and mutely watch over us as we toil hour upon hour without respite.
The Bugler, their minion, his grim visage replete with an evil sneer, already mounts the parapet.
If I can escape their iron grip, Ill chat with you all on the morrow. I can say no more they approach!
Do poor Tom some charity, whom the foul fiend vexes!
Good night, God bless you, and God bless the United States of America!
Godspeed our Troops around the Globe especially those in harms way by virtue of their service and sacrifice we continue to live in Freedom!
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