http://www.thefiringline.com/forums/showpost.php?p=1239663&postcount=14 Oleg Volk's, not mine. Oil and grease and powder A most welcome smell Of guns and ammo a-plenty And of thousands fired shells Mirage wavers over the barrels Targets look worse for the wear We might be tired by end of the day But, as we shall fight, we have trained We might need a cleaning But guns get cleaned first Belts re-filled with AP and tracers And magazines topped off Oil and grease and powder Smell of tool put to work Reminder that we're in America Not in Chicago, LA or New York A most welcome, that smell As long as we hold the guns And anyone trying to take them Won't, without a fight They might start it, but we will finish Just like Finns did in 1918 We'll blow smoke from rifle muzzles And say "Dead reds smell like freedom"
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