THE FINAL RUN

     Dedicated to Jason who LOVES
to run run run...

One ton of metal
Over one ton of years
Has plenty of memories
With even some tears

The Field Gun tradition
Is ceasing to stride
But gunners the world over
Will always feel pride

All crews have performed
With fine efforts abound
And always the public
We never fail to astound

Out, Back & Home
Were the Trainer's demands
So to keep each run steady
We'd obey his commands

On all of the tracks
The dust will now settle
And soon the equipment
Will be rust covered metal

So what of the summers
From this year on
There'll be little to do
Now that Field Gun is gone