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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"