On fighting maps we now plot shooting traces, You showed us where and when a compass faces, And how to take six swings; These foolish things Were taught me by you.
You showed me aiming posts the good Lord planted, The things a GPO should take for granted, The thrill a bracket brings, These foolish things Were taught me by you.
I came, I saw, you lectured me. I knew I had to be A Number 1 or Number 3.
And if I should forget the things you taught us, And lay my Zero Line through Corps Headquarters, The still small voice of you rings -
These foolish things Were taught me by you.
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