I was once an RSM.
Not one of us, but one of them.
And if you thought I did not care
Reflect, your moments on the square.
How carefully drilled were you out there?
And did you not feel full of pride
When talking of your job, outside?
And when you thought you should impress,
How careful were you with your dress?
Who do you think it was took care
To make sure that you would, out there,
Function, move, just as we train.
Through any weather or terrain.
To kill or capture, seize and hold - to fight.
Attack, defend, by day, by night?
Not one of us, twas one of them.
That nasty man, the RSM.