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‘Twas The Night of the Capture (a poetic Christmas VANITY tribute to the 4th I.D.)

A reader sent me this link to an, um, holiday piece on FreeRepublic. It starts out

‘Twas 13th December, when deep in Iraq,
the 4th I.D. had a big enemy to track.

Saddam’s stockings were smelly from months on the lam,
In hopes that Dean or Kerry would soon take command;

I think you get the idea. Not bad at all. Check it out if you can dare to show your face on FR.