OK - so a few of you didn't like that one either. Constructive criticism taken on board. This is IMHO the best one I have written and have had a lot of positive feedback from FLOW and other places so I think you'll like it a bit better than the other ones I've posted (which TBH were rushed off a bit). This one is about tabbing so all the infanteers should be able to find something to relate to. THE TAB 'Get fell in lads' he says softly, doesn't bellow, And three ranks are swiftly formed, fellow behind fellow, Bergans are weighed and kit adjusted, Water levels checked and platoons all mustered. Webbing tightened and rifles hoisted, Jack wagon paraded and bandages moisted. Over the ground the snake begins to move, All as one - our elders would approve. Columns wind their way towards the hills, Individual - yet united - a tempering of wills. On we march, relaxed still but soon steeled, To meet the task over which many before have keeled. The legs begin to burn and o'er the troops the mist soon rises, But in this race of death, Satan awards no second prizes. We all feel the ache and the first hint of blisters, Angered as if someone had insulted our little sisters. But no one jacks, none fall behind or raise a racket, All proud to wear the deep green jacket. And now it is done we return to the block, To shower and change and each other to mock, All thoughts of the weekend and beers to drink, We'll all have a party and from fights we won't shrink. Off boots are pulled and on civvie trainers are put, Blisters still aching, like a stye in the eye on the foot.