Hear a lone government grader scraping the city streets.
Heroes, trying to get us all back in 'mobile conditions'.
Here I sit, all warm and tidy- he in the bitter, frozen snow.
Hats off to all of the people I have known laboring in the cold.

Yes, I have throughout the years - frequented the ice blown
But never did I ever carry a weapon for Country and saving souls.
Going forward, 'firing' - snow blindness - numbing all of my toes.
Honor and salutation to all - surviving the evil bestowed.