Poem: The Marine's E-Tool

The Marine's E-Tool

It let him dig a fighting hole,

To keep him safe and sound,

And when they found a Cong they'd killed,

It put him in the ground.

The sandbags that he filled with it,

Are more than you can count,

The bunker that it helped him build

Was perfect for guard mount.

Then came the night they breached the wire

And tried to lay him low.

It split three heads in hand-to-hand

Each with a single blow.

And now he keeps it in his trunk

In case a need arose

To shovel snow or hide a corpse,

Or should he meet new foes.

--Robert A. Hall