~ Ode to SHTF ~
We all got a plan
till the SHTF
and our predictions are all wiped clean,
When all we've assumed
comes out wrong and we're doomed
to learn the true depth of "unforseen".
While you sit at the bench
with a smug little stench
and a subMOA to admire,
Should the target you see
become mobile and free
and with glee return intense fire,
Would you still have it in you
to calmly continue
with no rangermaster to call a 'cease fire' ?
If such were the case,
that for you mobs now chase,
for a Reginald Denny reprise,
Would your tack-driver aim
be lean or be lame,
while you're gasping and humpin' supplies.
Would you curse every day
that you fretted away
stacking 30 round mags to the hips,
Till you had so many clips
of full metal tips,
that to move half a mile took all day?
Or would you dig in
and chuckle and grin
while the enemy plotted and planned,
Then out of your den
you storm gun in hand,
but go down like Butch and The Kid?
Be part of a group or a squad or a band
of brothers you know like the back of your hand.
Train as a team
and stay lean and mean,
to rally and defend your own land.
Don't sweat what you choose
you probably won't lose
with ARs, AKs or FNs.
Just take your best gun
and be ready to run
when to sh!t go your delicate plans.
[:D]