Haiku
Some beautiful experiences came to pass in the Army:
Snow covers parked tanks.
Carols in the dead of night,
Over the loudspeakers.
Late night, nearing Christmas. All of a sudden, some mad wag started playing traditional carols over the loudspeakers at HHC through which reveille and retreat was played. The silent night, the hiss of the soft snow, the choral voices.
Brigade in formation.
The colonel slows the run; why?
Quiet: A fresh-born fawn!
There it was, in the LDA, covered with the caul, steaming; the mother nearby, ready to bolt.
The colonel slowed everyone to a creep and a hush. We went by, awed.
A thousand soldiers, passing by, witnessing the beginning of life.
Snow covers parked tanks.
Carols in the dead of night,
Over the loudspeakers.
Late night, nearing Christmas. All of a sudden, some mad wag started playing traditional carols over the loudspeakers at HHC through which reveille and retreat was played. The silent night, the hiss of the soft snow, the choral voices.
Brigade in formation.
The colonel slows the run; why?
Quiet: A fresh-born fawn!
There it was, in the LDA, covered with the caul, steaming; the mother nearby, ready to bolt.
The colonel slowed everyone to a creep and a hush. We went by, awed.
A thousand soldiers, passing by, witnessing the beginning of life.