The President calls the general who knows just what to say.
He never causes conflict, however others may.
The general calls the colonel; the order goes down the chain.
Never to be questioned, no matter how insane.
The colonel calls the major; the planning must be done.
With sufficient staffing, it will overwhelm everyone.
The major calls the captain, who will just make it work.
He is the best of soldiers; his duty he won't shirk.
The captain calls the lieutenant, who has no time to muse.
Whatever events happen, he has much to lose.
The lieutenant calls the sergeant, who never does get sore.
However bad it may be, he has seen it all before.
The sergeant calls the corporal, who really wants a beer.
When all is said and done, he will keep his cheer.
The corporal calls the private, who is just out of luck.
However bad the planning, he cannot pass the buck.
So when Presidents speak of war, smile as if they are right.
The Presidents after all start the wars; all the privates do is fight.
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