The night was filled with dark and cold,
When Sergeant Talbot the story is told,
Pulled out his poncho and headed out,
To check the lines dressed like a Krout,
Upon a trooper our hero came,
Fast asleep he called his name,
Smith! O Smith! get up it's time
To take your turn on the line,
And Private Smith so very weary
Craked upon a eyelid red and bleary,
grabbed his rifle he did not tarry,
Hearing Floyd but seing Jerry,
DONT cried Tab, It's me and yet
Smith charged to sweet, with his bayonet
He lunged and thrust both hight and low,
And skewered the boy from Kokomo
And as they carried him away
Our punctured hero was heard to say,
When in this war you venture out,
Best never do it dressed as a Krout!
-Night Of the Bayonet
haha i love this series too! me and my buddies watched 8 hours in one go...we were done the following day
thanks, Daley