By Request: After the dust storm I joined the force to see the stars; And got the worst, got stuck on Mars; At Chryse Station I am a guest; Just mention wind, get lost in dust. Isolation, here, in time, Ill bust Espirit d Corps, Ill do my best; The clothes I wear all turn to rust. Never again volunteer yourself. Join some other branch; Or get sent to the desert; Just because your name is French. Yes I was in the Navy and the same feeling applied to my duty station.