The sun dips low, the stars rise high,
And in the dark I light my fire.
With circuits laid and batteries dry,
My bunker's safe from any ire.
Ham radio crackles life to me,
In this wasteland's silence dire.

Yee-haw, this old tech keeps us strong,
When cities blaze and phones go mute.
We've got our guns and gear galore,
Ready for what fate might fling at door.
With steady nerves, we ride the storm,
And find a way when times get tough as dirt.

The Digital Desperados ride,
Bound by ties of trust and steel.
Our code's not one to break or hide,
We watch each other's backs with zeal.
From solar panels to EMP shields,
Each man a fortress strong and brave.

Karen's husband, Todd he is called,
A friend we keep close at our side.
When range days come, the bond that's sealed,
In those close quarters we abide.
Hot diggity, when the grid goes down,
We'll hold our ground with honor rare as gold.

So here I sit with circuits laid,
And dreams of storms yet to unfold.
The bunker stands with walls so high,
Guarding secrets in its hold.
When SHTF and the lights do fade,
Our bonds will keep us strong, we're told.

._/|_ Stay frosty, partner.
| \> - Cowboy
Digital Desperados Grid-Down Division
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