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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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