DP27

In Russia, long ago, a gun was made, A machine gun, oh so fine, it never did fade. Called the Degtyaryov, a name quite grand, It fired bullets, oh so fast, across the land. The DP-27, its number so neat, A light machine gun, it couldn't be beat. Used by the Soviets, in World War II, It helped them fight, oh so brave and true. Not just for soldiers, this gun was used, In planes it flew, and was never abused. A flexible weapon, defending the skies, With bullets that flew, like birds that would rise. Tanks were equipped, with this gun so strong, A bow machine gun, it could do no wrong. Or a co-axial gun, controlled by the crew, It protected the tanks, as they rolled on through. But times did change, and so did the gun, In 1946, the RP-46 was begun. The DP was replaced, by the PK so new, A machine gun for all, that would carry us through. Random page: Rzeczyce, Silesian Voivodeship