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By LongJohn I’ve never been much for churches, but I’ve said a few prayers in the rain, in the dark, and once or twice with my face in the mud wondering what the hell I’d done with my life. So, here’s a gunner’s prayer — plain, unpolished, and true. Keep the lads steady, the sights clean, and the Number One calm when the world starts shaking. Keep the layer sharp, the loader quick, and the signaller awake even when he swears, he is. Keep the rounds dry, the fuses honest, and the gun behaving herself long enough to do the job. And when the smoke settles and the echoes fade, keep us humble enough to remember why we’re here and who we stand beside. If there’s mercy to spare, give it to the young ones — they’ve got more to lose and less to hide behind. As for the rest of us, we’ll take whatever comes with the same stubborn pride that’s carried the regiment from the first gun fired to the last. Amen, or whatever word a gunner uses when he means it.
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Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 7:50 AM UTC
"The Gunners Prayer"
By LongJohn I’ve never been much for churches, but I’ve said a few prayers in the rain, in the dark, and once or twice with my face in the mud wondering what the hell I’d done with my life. So, here’s a gunner’s prayer — plain, unpolished, and true. Keep the lads steady, the sights clean, and the Number One calm when the world starts shaking. Keep the layer sharp, the loader quick, and the signaller awake even when he swears, he is. Keep the rounds dry, the fuses honest, and the gun behaving herself long enough to do the job. And when the smoke settles and the echoes fade, keep us humble enough to remember why we’re here and who we stand beside. If there’s mercy to spare, give it to the young ones — they’ve got more to lose and less to hide behind. As for the rest of us, we’ll take whatever comes with the same stubborn pride that’s carried the regiment from the first gun fired to the last. Amen, or whatever word a gunner uses when he means it.
I rarely ever muttered a word that sounded like a prayer, but I learned that a gunners faith is forged in rain, mud, and moments when the world shakes harder than your hands. This poem is my plain, honest offering a hope for steady lads, straight sights, dry rounds, and the humility to remember why we stand where we do. Its the kind of prayer you only say when you mean it.
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Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 7:50 AM UTC
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