Remember the day you and I dug the pits at Castle Memorial?
How you pinpointed the distance with a tape measure
Making certain the stakes were spot on center at 40 feet
Remember you-know-who’s barely suppressed fit
His face red, a single sentence picture book
Perfect caption: You asked him if he wanted a beer
And you invited him to toss a few, and drink a few
To help christen those pits on a sweaty, dirty Sunday
Jim, how I miss those horseshoe days
That night when you and Commander Williams
Argued over the score, the four of us drunk in the dark
And Anna, listening down below your Palolo Valley
Combat terrain play-at-your-own-risk pits
Called the correct score up the hillside to us
Commander Ralph Williams and Jim Harstad
Keep the shoes hot and the beer cold
I’m looking forward to our next match
Lanning Lee 