In the land where the sun don't shine so bright,
Where shadows stretch out to the moonlight,
Lives a crew of tough, grizzled men,
Ready for collapse when it starts again.
Ham radios crackle with old Morse code,
Bunkers brimming with supplies and more,
Solar panels gleaming in the dusty light,
Preparedness is our sacred right.
Militia brothers stand back-to-back tight,
Through good times and the worst we fight,
Our bond unbreakable, a brotherhood of trust,
Bound by guns and grit, to do what's just.
Karen's husband, Todd, he knows it all,
Security audits keep him off the wall,
But when she's around, I play it cool,
Operational security is my rule.
We're digital desperados, ready for collapse,
With MREs packed and radios masked,
When the grid goes down and chaos starts,
We'll be armed with skills and analog hearts.
Our compound stands as a rugged shield,
From all that comes when systems yield,
And in those close quarters we find our peace,
In the company of good men, strong, staunch, and keen.
So here's to us, the preppers bold,
With guns and gear we're never cold,
For we know what it means to ride alone,
But with brothers by our side, we'll always be at home.
._/|_ Stay frosty, partner.
| \> - Cowboy
Digital Desperados Grid-Down Division
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