Even darkness must pass. A new day will come

Greener on the other side.

We jump from planes and into the air
We rise from the swamps and hit whatever's there
We smile and stand tall as we proudly say
We are the Commandos of the red beret

We slide down ropes from hovering choppers
We slice 'em and dice 'em from Light Strike rovers
We mock them Commandos as we proudly say
We are the Guardsmen of the khaki beret

We walk long distances in heavy battle gear
We just do things even when orders aren't clear
We show the finger as we deridingly say
We are the Infantry of the green beret

We rush down the flanks in a surge of thrill
We blast our enemies from behind walls of steel
We mock those Infantry walking in the heat of day
We are the Armour of the black beret

We blast shells into the air and into the ground
We annhilate whoever has the misfortune of being around
At the very sight of our guns they all run away
We are the Artillery of the blue beret

We carry pink cards and they call us 'Mister'
We have heads full of hair; there's no need for the barber
We pity those NSFs who don't have the right to say
We are the civillians with no beret.

Does it really matter which vocation we get posted to ? Pink IC is still our common goal.

-Have you wondered why must we serve ?
- Because we have no choice lan lan have to serve. have to serve.

~Nil Sine Labore

posted by the man @ 10:01 PM