A Radio-Telephone Operator Writes Haiku

O.E.-2.5.4.s
spring up like dandelions.
Time to jump the TOC.

A Forward Observer Writes Haiku No. 3

Flash against the clouds,
a rain of steel announced by

the crump of thunder.

A Forward Observer Writes Haiku No. 2

That song about when
“caissons go marching along”?
That’s Artillery.