Our almighty father, who dwelleth in Washington, immersed in service records, requisitions, T. S. slips, red tape and other impedimenta which surroundeth thy Army both in times of peace and war, hallowed be thy name.
     Give us this day, our partial pay, and forgive us of our company bills.  Guide us on the path of righteousness by thy all-knowing Articles of War and Rules and Regulations.  Approve our passes and furloughs, for thou knowest ours is not an easy lot to bear without leisure time.
     Deliver us from the hands of non-jumping Military Police, for thou knowest our burdens are manifold.  Yea even though by divers devices art these yellow-livered Son's of Satan's Concubines, these gutless washouts from thy parachute school, after having thrice been beaten about the head with a shot bag, allowed to don the hated white cap and belt of the Ersatz Gestapo, they falsely cry that they are thy chosen children.  We cannot contain ourselves in their presence and assault and mayhem shall abound.
     Guide our pleasure-bent footsteps from the lower regions of sin and iniquity known locally as Phenix City, lest we should go astray and contact social uncleanliness which thou so forcefully describeth in thy sex hygiene training film.
     Unhook not our static lines, nor yet blow panels in our canopies.  Cut not our break cords, and drift us clear of Cactus Hill.  Strike with relentlessly swift and horrible death the company clerk who red lineth our payroll and the mess sergeant who robbeth our empty bellies.  By the ghosts of those who have preceeded us to the Frying Pan and Alabama area, we pray thee........Amen