In the Army we had radios
Named AN/GRC-9,

Captain Foz once said to us:
"I love the Angry Nine,"

He said he felt that way because
One had saved his life,

We asked him, "How can that be true?"
He told us of World War II's strife,

He was sitting beneath a palm tree,
Where an Angry Nine was lashed,

Our leader leaned forward to swat the thing,
Thinking how it ought to be trashed,

Just at that instant, a Japanese sniper
Squeezed one off into the tree,

It hit right where his head had been,
He said, "The Angry Nine saved me."

by D. Edgar Murray