It was back in nineteen forty-two
I was part of a big platoon
We were in maneuvers in Louisiana
One night by the light of the moon.
The captain told us to ford a river
That's how it all began
We were knee deep in the Big Muddy
And the big fool said to push on.

The sergeant said, "Sir, are you sure
This is the best way back to base?
Sergeant, go on, I once crossed this river
Just a mile above this place.
It'll be a little soggy
But we'll keep on slogging
We'll soon be on dry ground."
We were waist deep in the Big Muddy
And the big fool kept yelling to push on.

The sergeant said, "Sir, with all this gear
No man will be able to swim."
"Sergeant, don't be a nervous nellie"
the captain said to him.
"All we need is a little determination
Follow me, I'll lead on.
We were neck deep in the Big Muddy
And the big fool kept yelling to push on.

All of a sudden the moon clouded over
All we heard was a gurgling cry
A second later the captain's helmet
Was all that floated by.
The sergeant said, "Turn around men
I'm in charge from now on.
We just made it out of the Big Muddy
With the captain dead and gone.

We stripped and dived and found his body
Stuck in the old quicksand
I guess he didn't know the water was deeper
Than the place where he'd once been.
Another stream had joined the Big Muddy
Just a mile from where we'd gone
We'd been lucky to get out of the Big Muddy
When the big fool said to push on.

Maybe you're still walking, maybe you're still talking
And you'd like to keep your health
But every time I read the papers
That old feeling comes back on
We're neck deep in the Big Muddy
And the big fool says to push on.

Hey Mort you left out the best line- ".....Waist deep, neck deep, soon even a tall man can't stand....."

That said, I do think this should be in the political section and not the humor section.

Ok!
Mort

No political humor allowed!

VietNam, Iraq.