Boot Camp BluesA Poem by Holly Mason
Boots hit the floor.
Sarge is yelling like never before. Get up you filth,you lazy swine. Sleep on your time, not mine. Make the bed so picture perfect. Time for chow ,was it worth it? The clock strikes, training time. Running in formation, a standard line. Quicker,faster then ever before. Over the wall, already so sore. Back and forth,both legs are going to pop. Arm over arm you crawl till Sarge yells STOP. Non of you filthy swine could keep it right. I would rather be blind then see this sight. Back to the beginning you start again. Over and over you do it,my friend. End of the day is at last so near. You wretch up your breakfast ,Sarge he leers. Latrine duty is your task today. Hitting your knees ,you begin to pray. What have you done to deserve this ,you question. Why is it all so clean, what is the obsession? To your quarters you at last retreat. A package has come so off your feet. The only break that you ever feel. Opening a gift from a stranger with zeal. Shower up, squeaky clean. yet another military machine. Always hug a soldier...gifts from strangers are well loved.
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5 Reviews Added on February 1, 2013 Last Updated on February 1, 2013 AuthorHolly MasonRockledge, FLAboutWell now , so many words to write. So let’s write em . Xoxox Holly I would like to acknowledge my wonderful teenage ( she is now 24 ) daughter..she has takin all the photos I use.She has c.. more..Writing
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