Far from high velocity rounds zinging <br />overhead, rear echelon MFers type <br />up the morning reports and casualty <br />lists from Company A on a hot day. <br /> <br />They swat pesky flies and sweat <br />in air-conditioned pyramid tents <br />wearing starched BDUs and <br />shiny jump boots laced just so <br /> <br />No CBIs here! Crossed rifles <br />are just a far-fetched metaphor <br />for three hots and a cot <br />in a combat zone - <br />no purple hurts here!<br /><br />Michael Pruchnicki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rear-echelon-combat/
