The PADS II

Words and Music Copyright 1983 Robert Edgar

 

As I sat in my motel room

Tom drew me a picture of the new battlefield.

Batteries without a center,

Scattered, firing in randomized rounds,

Some guns firing and immediately moving

Some silent, for a couple of rounds,

And then firing

Some firing then silent for a couple of rounds

Then firing again

Mobile PADS units would crisscross the battlefield

Constantly repositioning

The artillery.