A gunner day is never done, Up at dawn before the sun. With the roar of engines in his head, Wishing he could have stayed in bed.
Chow at four, fried eggs and such, Wont have time to eat too much. Briefing at five, the crew is all there, And ever anxious to be poded again.
See to your tank, ammunition and guns, For the boys all know its not for fun. Death will be there among the stars, Waiting for someone, perhaps for you.
Take off at six or maybe at six-thirty, Hope no one has a gun that is dirty. Form with the fleet at titan ore gate, See the ships, they really look neat. --------------------------------