Charlie Victor Anthem

Yeah…

Charlie Victor back at it again,

Dust in the air and diesel in the wind,

If the range goes bad or the convoy flips,

Call Staff Sergeant Valero quick.

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Sunrise hit that motor pool gate,

Coffee black and he already late,

Master Driver, king of the line,

Backs up trailers first damn try.

Young joes stall and grind them gears,

He just laughs, “How’d y’all make it here?”

Headquarters Platoon Sergeant grindin’ hard,

Holdin’ the troop together in the yard.

Paperwork stacked, radios loud,

Still somehow controls the crowd,

Charlie Victor runnin’ strong,

‘Cause Valero keeps pushin’ on.

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One eye on the convoy route,

One eye makin’ sure no one wipes out,

Then somebody yells from the firing lane—

“Sir, the cattle back again!”

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Whoa-oh, Charlie Victor anthem,

Dust clouds roll while the engines jammin’,

RSO with the radio screamin’,

Barely got time for breathin’.

Master Driver built for the grind,

Diesel fuel runnin’ through his mind,

And when the cows hit the impact zone,

Valero chased ‘em down alone.

“Move them cattle!” through the haze,

Whole platoon cryin’ laughin’ for days,

Charlie Victor loud and proud,

Best damn troop around.

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Range day heat got the joes all cooked,

LT stressed and the medics shook,

Safety brief for the fifteenth time,

“Don’t flag your buddy or you’re mine.”

HQ platoon never sleeps,

Deadlines stacked six feet deep,

Yet somehow he still finds time

To teach privates how to drive straight lines.

Then through the dust came bovine doom,

Cattle stampedin’ through the boom,

There goes Valero in a cloud of dirt,

Boots hittin’ ground while the joes all hurt—

Laughin’ hard watchin’ him sprint,

Tryin’ to herd cows past the fence,

One turned back and squared him up,

Damn near stole his dip cup.

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Mud on the tires, brass on the floor,

Someone lost nods outside the store,

Truck won’t start? He’ll make it run.

Range gone wrong? He’ll get it done.

Every troop got stories to tell,

About the leaders raisin’ hell,

But Charlie Victor knows one thing—

Valero’s the king of everything.

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Whoa-oh, Charlie Victor anthem,

Raise ‘em high if you understand ‘em,

From the motor pool to range control,

Valero always in patrol.

RSO and platoon lead,

Keepin’ chaos from breakin’ free,

And if cattle wander where they don’t belong,

He’ll chase ‘em off while singin’ this song.

Charlie Victor till the end,

Dirty boots and lifelong friends,

Laughin’ loud through smoke and rain—

See y’all boys out on the range.

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“Range is cold… cattle finally clear…”

Charlie Victor out.