The watch on the Rhine was scary.
Bed Check Charlie made his calls.
One of our soldiers lit a flre-
The temps were pretty low.
Old Bed Check Charlie
Saw the fire and came down
For a closer look as he buzzed over head..
His next vist almost done us all in.
We were hiding under a cement truck
When Charlie turned on his machine guns,
And straffed us all around.
He missed us by 5 feet, we measured it.
Your visits from Bed Check Charlie must have been nerve-wracking! I'm glad God kept you here for us to know!
Connie
You should have broke out a machine gun positioned just right so that you could have "lit that [flyer]" right in the ass with a little hot lead, like you wanted to write in your poem.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane