Author’s Note: After reading some more miserable accounts of life in the trenches, they all want to push the Russians out, but they keep looking around asking “WT…?” Then my Muse dictated this to me:

The President has a victory plan,

How he’s gonna win the war,

Just another year of fighting,

That’s all he’s asking for.

That and a bunch of weapons,

Oh, and a bunch of money, too.

And all sorts of political help,

At least he’s not asking for a zoo.

Meanwhile we sit in these bunkers,

Fall rains are coming down,

The mud is deep, the rats are pissed,

The landscape gray and brown.

Raw and cold and miserable,

We’ve got mud now for a floor,

No wonder morale is in the gutter,

And we’re still dying by the score.

Drones still chasing us down,

And arty pounds all night,

But NATO gives us more weapons,

Kyiv says everything is all right.

The Russians are incompetent,

They have crappy tanks and trucks,

And their morale is worse than ours,

And their leadership – it sucks.

And every time I turn around

There’s some politician grinnin’

Only thing I don’t understand,

The Russians seem to be winnin’

Don’t get us wrong, we want to win,

And our country we will defend,

But this has to make some sense,

Tell us how this will really end.

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