PLEASE READ!

I'VE JUST FINISHED RE-DOING ALL THE CHAPTERS

It would be great if you took the time to read through this again because the ending might not make much sense with out it. Soooo before you click on the button to take you to chapter 7, please re-read :)

Thank youu :)

Hello people of NCIS:LA. This was something born from my english lesson today... I probably should've been studying but anyway... here's the poem and I'll post the Prologue on the next chapter :)

Enjoy:)

Diclaimer: i don't own :(

New Army Education

Annonamous soldier WW1

I learned to wash in shell holes, and to shave myself in tea

While fragments of a mirror did balance on my knee

I learned to dodge the whiz-bangs, and the flying lumps of lead

And to keep a foot of earth, between the snipers and my head

I learned to keep my haversack well filled with buckshee food

To take my army issue and to pinch what else I could

I learned to cook maconachie with candle ends and string

With a four by two and sardine oil, and any old darn thing

I learned to use my bayonet according as you please,

For a bead knife or a chopper or a prong for toasting cheese

I learned to gather souvenirs that home I hoped to send

And hump them round for months and months, and dump them in the end

I never used to grumble after breakfast in the line

That the eggs were cooked too lightly, or the bacon cut too fine

I never told the sergeant just exactly what I thought

I never did a pack drill, for I never quite got caught

I never stopped a whiz-bang, though I've stopped a lot of dirt

But the last one that Fritz sent over with my name on was a dud.