Retired Colonel Thaddeus Montgomery
had seen enough to know.
Take an island
no bigger than Central Park,
already crawling with one hundred
and twenty five thousand Japanese
and pour your own one hundred and twenty
five thousand G.I.'s in
let 'er smoke
a few days and count heads for a winner;
the dead men dance in the wave wash,
the mud so full of blood she clots around
dead for awhile and the flesh
dries up like old chicken.
to know! No Sir, not again, not me,
cause now I'm packin' food and ammunition,
packin' a two way radio far off
in the hills and when those nucular suckers go
it's let 'er smoke a few days
and count heads for a winner.
So don't come around here when it's too late
lookin' to trade food for ammunition; come that time,
I'll be damned if, by and by, I don't get 'em both.