Ode to Combat Sent


NOTE: This was written while on a Combat Sent deployment to Bitburg while the runway at Mildenhall was being resurfaced in the late ‘70s.

Warning: ADULT LANGUAGE

ODE TO COMBAT SENT

We are Riedel’s Raiders

We’re the terrors of the night

We’re dirty sons a bitches

Who’d rather fuck than fight

Refrain

So eyes right, balls tight

Peters to the front

We’re Riedel’s Raiders

We’re on the hunt for cunt

Our pilot is a master

A man who knows his thing,

But every time he lands the plane

He smashes up a wing.

Refrain

With Larry on the job

We never wet our socks

Cause Fountain never screws up,

He just gets off his rocks.

Refrain

Stachowski is a Polack

Who tries to be a Czech

Whenever we go wheels up

He sweats around the neck.

Refrain

Hans is quite a talker,

He likes to drink his beer.

And when he’s had too many,

He decimates your ear.

Refrain

Chief Davey is our ground crew,

He likes to drink his brew.

He lines us up with Frauleins

Who blow us in the loo.

Refrain

Ken Koehn is our Polack

He is a misplaced Herm.

He’d rather eat a pussy

Than trample on a germ.

Refrain

Our Polack is an extra,

Bitburger is his beer.

He stands with hands in pockets

His body filled with fear.

Refrain

Ron really likes to party

He sets a furious pace, when e’er

He sees a barmaid

He hungers for some face.

Refrain

We’re Riedel’s Raiders

With Davey at the base

We fly all day for peanuts

Ron meets us with a case.

Refrain

Davey is a card

His pecker’s always hard.

He drinks his beer with uncommon cheer

And screw bufflers in the yard.

Refrain

Roger is a nice guy

With very little hair

And the big blonde in the corner

Has quite an awesome pair!

Refrain

Cleve Reagan is a cock-hound

A ditty-bopper too.

He’d rather chase some pussy

Than drink that Mountain Dew

Refrain

Marty P’s our AMT,

Crewrest is his place

Though the girls he finds are ugly,

They still sit on his face!

Refrain

We’ll castrate the colonel*

With a broken piece of glass.

We’ll steal the base’s flagpole

And run it up his ass!

Heiney-winey, God Almighty

Who the Hell are we?

We are Riedel’s Raiders

Out on a spree!

 

*The Bitburg wing commander who didn’t care to provide the support he was tasked with. He gave Ron Davey a hard time.

 


Jack Riedel is retired and lives in Florida