A marine Sergeant:
spend him wisely – goes he glad
now to his brothers.
- (This one came most-whole at 4 a.m. this morning, insisting I rise, grope for the pen and notebook and use the hand-crank sidewinder device one-bulb light to get it down. Mollified, I tried to return for 150 minutes more repose when just a few seconds later I got the next two lines shouted at me from inside The Craze Factory I occasionally bank into cabinet doors one of me left open – again! Also, there was some dispute by 7 a.m. whether A Marine Sergeant should be reduced in rank to something like “Another Marine.” That debate still rages sotto voce.)