Christmas Wishes From GruntsandCo

Posted on: December 23rd, 2013 by Will Rodriguez 7 Comments
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We have much to be thankful for and want to single out those deployed from home this coming holiday.  I pray you are all home safe and soon.  I’d like to wish all of our readers a very special holiday and a Merry Christmas (no offense meant to those that don’t celebrate Christmas). 

Shivering at attention on a cold December morning in 1981 waiting for morning formation my squad leader asked me if I was cold.  Naively I answered “yes” upon which he proceeded to haze me to keep me warm and required me and my fellow cadet privates to memorize the following carol before the next formation.  Here it as slightly tweaked to fit our current foe.  Enjoy & Merry Christmas!

A Ranger Christmas Carol

Claymore ring are you singing
In the kill zone blood is glistening
A beautiful sight, Security’s tight
Working in a terrorist infested land

Far away is the RP
By tonight that’s where we must be
To count unafraid, the kills that we’ve made
Working in a terrorist infested land

In the meadow we will build a kill zone
And pretend that we are all John Wayne
We’ll kill everything that in the kill zone
Cause blood and guts and killing is our game

Later on, we’ll conspire
As we camp without a fire
Our tripwires are tight, A beautiful night
Working in a terrorist infested land

Be Respectful, Candid and Pertinent. No Posers, No Trolls…
  • clluelo

    Thanks Will! Every time I hear that song I will sing these Lyrics now , Merry Christmas to you my friend 🙂

  • LauraKinCA

    Merry Christmas to you too Will, and to all of our troops deployed near and far. My thoughts and prayers are with them and their families….. and I LOVE the carol 🙂

  • cllueloVery welcome.

    You’ll get some weird looks, I do! 🙂

  • Ishaan

    Merry Christmas all.

  • YankeePapa

    …From back in my day, when dinosaurs ruled the planet…,
    …The Night They Gunned Down Santa Claus
    by Chet Lynn
              There’s  strange things done
    ‘neath the Vietnamese sun
                but the thing that locked my jaws
              was the  night ‘neath the moon, the third platoon
    gunned down Santa Claus.
                It started off right just another
                you had to spend in the dirt,,
                security was
    out., .360 about
                with fifty percent alert.
    had 81s and naval guns our tanks were track to track,
                an ontos or
    so an arty FO with barrages back to back.
                I froze where I
    stood ’cause out of the wood
                eight horses came charging
                this may sound scary  those mustangs  were hairy,
          “Oh no,” I moaned,” mounted Viet Cong.”
                They were
    coming our way pulling what looked like a sleigh
                you never knew
    what they’d use,
                our flares were tripped our SIDs had
                Our tipsy blew a fuse.
                We let them
    close then we yelled “who goes”
                like they do in the movie
                the answer we got, believe it or not,
                was a
    hearty,” Ho Ho Ho.”
                Now these troops of mine have seen some
                they’ve done some things back-assward,,
    may be thick but I’ll tell you a trick
                they knew that wasn’t the
                The nineties roared the 81’s soared,
      the naval guns raised hell.,
                a bright red flare flew through
    the air,
                as we fired our FPL.
                I’ll grant him
    guts but that man was nuts
                or I’m a  no good liar.,
      he dropped like a stone in our killing zone
                I passed the word,
    “cease fire”.
                I went out and took a real good look.,
          my memory started to race,,
                my mind plays games when It
    comes to names
                but I never forget a face.,
    was dressed in red and he looked well fed
                older than most I’d
                he looked right weird with that long white beard
        and stumps where his legs had been.
                He hadn’t quite died
    when I reached his side
                but the end was clearly in sight,
            I knelt down low and he said real slow,,
    Christmas.. and to all,. a good night’
                Now we should have
    known our cools were blown
                when that light in the East we
                I thought it was flares and it had to be theirs
      or the damned things would have been green,,
                I picked up
    the hook with a voice that shook
                said “gimme the Six and
                Colonel.”  I said, ” hang on to your head.,
    we just greased old St. Nick”.
                Now the old mans cool.,  He’s
    nobody’s fool,
                right off he knew the word.,
    This got out, there’d be no doubt,
                he wouldn’t be making his
                “Just get him up here and we’ll play it by ear
          make sure he’s got a tag,
                dismantle the sleigh, drive those
    reindeer  away
                and bury that God damned bag”.
    Now by and by the kiddies may cry
                ’cause nothings under the
                but the word came back from FMFPac
    Santa had gone VC.
                There’s strange things done ‘neath  the
    Vietnamese sun
                but the time that locked my jaws,
    was the night neath the moon, ‘When the  third platoon
    down Santa Claus.


  • steelhorse

    MERRY CHRISTMAS ALL may  all be home with  family soon

  • Txazz

    Merry Christmas, Will to you and yours.  Will continue to pray our troops stay safe and come home soon – all of them.