He'd jumped from the window
Down Though a grid of steel
More than twenty feet but
So drunk he didn't feel
He'd arrived late for duty
Far too drunk to function
Somebody else took his place
Smuggled him from his station
Stripped and locked in his room
Where He'd raged into the night
Because he'd had a ciggie
But he couldn't find a light
It seemed quite a crowd
Gathered outside his door
Heard a sudden silence
Then not a sound anymore.
he'd suddenly appeared behind them
As his ciggie needed a light
Desperate for a drag
No longer ready to fight.
Twenty feet through a window
To land without a scratch
amazing what a smoker will do
When he really needs a match
They covered up for him
Lied about the steel grate
No matter what they did
You always covered for a mate.
They shipped back to regiment
Just as soon as they were able
Detached duty Cold War Berlin
No place for one so unstable