episode 4
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by Rawclyde!
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Back at headquarters, in uniform & behind her desk
The legendary Col. Sheena Johnson nurtures Camp Jitterbug
The only US Army outpost left in Nuristan Province
An outpost that hums along for no reason & that rarely rhymes
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When I knock she says “Come in” so I do
“How’s the radio station?” asks young Col. Johnson
“Quite well,” I reply, “And so is Camp Jitterbug”
The colonel beams with pride & incomparable beauty
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Speaking of which, I continue to yammer
“We’ve figured out why you never get hit by a bullet
When the Taliban see you they fall in love so they miss”
She laughs “All men are my slaves I can’t help it”
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Godly swirls of purple in the pale blue sky
Provide a rapid prelude to another eerie night
Red joins-up for the final dash
Venus does not appear at the rim of the hilly silhouette…
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Copyright Clyde Collins 2013
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The Afghaneeland Adventure Series | Old Timer Chronicle II
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Old Timer Chronicle II 