So Orwell Giggit
 trod the ground
 on that last patrol
 from his compound
 But, it happened on that
 hot, wet day -
 they hit an ambush
 on their way.
 And the shoot-out that
 o'course took place
 found our troop Giggit
 a sorry case.
 His weapon froze 'twas
 rust bedecked!
 The firing pin he'd
 never checked
 The muzzle blocked by
 caked-up mud!
 The whole dang piece plumb
 fouled with crudl
 Just a couple weeks of
 plain neglect
 was enough to see his
 deros wrecked
 It's six months since
 Giggit was found -
 he's still short-time
 but still around!
LII .i ~~~~