The Man With the Rifle Knows

[musketjon]

Any one have a copy of the poem "The Man With the Rifle Knows"? I tried looking it up in my favorites but apparently the link is no longer active.
Thanks
Jon

[Eli]

This?
THE MAN WITH THE RIFLE KNOWS

Men may argue forever on what wins their wars
and welter on cons and pros.
And seek their answers at history's doors,
But the Man With the Rifle Knows.
He must stand on the ground on his own two feet,
And he's never in doubt when it's won.
If it's won he is there, if he's not it's defeat.
That's his test when the fighting is done.

When he carries the fight it's not with a roar
of armoured wings spitting death.
It's creep and crawl on the earthen floor,
Butt down and holding his breath.
Saving his strength for the last low rush,
Grenade throw and bayonet thrust;
And the whispered prayer before he goes in,
Of a man who does what he must.

And when he's attacked, he can't zoom away,
When the shells fill the world with their sound.
He stays where he is, loosens his spade,
And digs his defence in the ground.
That ground isn't ours till he's there in the flesh
Not a gadget, or a bomb, but a man.
He's the answer to theories which start afresh
With each peace since war began.

So let the wild circle of argument rage
On what wins as war comes and goes.
Many new theories may hold the stage,
BUT THE MAN WITH THE RIFLE KNOWS

[musketjon]

That's it. Thanks Eli.
Jon