A poetic journey to Marine Corps Boot Camp? Whom shall I fear but the....?

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By S.F. Reborn

We sat on the deck
Indian style
As the C.O. gave us his blessings
Speaking calmly about our training
We hardly noticed the men behind him
Squared away...spit and polish
High and tights hidden under smokey covers
Military bearing precise
Shoes reflecting like mirrors
At attention...they made no sound
They were like olive drab rocks
In pristine crisp uniforms
The men who would make us men
New men
A few proud men
Marines


The C.O. finished speaking
Ending with..."Drill Instructors, Take charge of your platoon!"
There was a collective "Aye Aye, SIR!"
A salute
The C.O. walked out of squad bay
The gates of hell opened
For thirteen weeks
Here's what Marine Drill Instructors look like at work:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yja_MJazDuc
 
Ah! Going to save this one. My daughter went through that and I think you have said it well!

Good write!
 
Do you still send them Christmas cards? lol I have heard stories from ex Marines about their drill instructors. Always interesting to me was the loyalty still there to the Corp. Walk proud always, Marine!
 
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