The USAF has seen fit to detail me to Nellis AFB for a week for the Pacific Region Staff College. Gots to drive and -- most importantly -- I will be without the company of the beloved Mrs War Planner. I shall miss her Saturday Night Chicken and her company. So, this melody comes incessantly to my fevered mind. Particularly the last lines:
Well my rig's a little old,
But that don't mean she's slow.
There's a flame from her stack,
And the smoke's rolling black as coal.
My hometown's coming in sight,
If you think I'm happy your right.
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.
Enjoy.
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