the days stretched onward,
the constant yelling and fighting ensued.
Drill instructors breathing down my neck,
Telling me how weak and insignificant I was.
making me work harder day after day.
the quarterdeck always seemed to call my name.
Taunting me, I was slow, but I was strong.
I was annoyed, anger and hatred my best weapons.
making me move faster become stronger.
I remember the final stretch.
Third phase, how everything seemed to work out just right.
I was not on the weak list anymore.
I was a jar head!
I stood tall, and in defeat got back up to attack again.
they broke me, but fixed me made me stronger.
I am alive.
the best thing, charging the mountain like there was no tomarrow.
I was first not the damn squad leaders.
I knew what I had to do.
pure adreniline raced through my body.
Charging up that hill with my rifle in my hands.
I reached the summit first, my achievement.
I realized then, I was part of the best.
Upon recieving my eagle globe and anchor,
I realized there could be no higher honor.
I am one of the proud and the best.
I am a UNITED STATES MARINE forever.
A contest entry
- USMC by a sweetheart lost.
300 points, ended June 23, 2008, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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would that mountain you charged up happen to be the alpha shelf?
good poem. some spots were a little choppy but I really like the first part. and the last line of course. oorah
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Wow, just Wow... I can imagine your determination, your perserverance. Already you've become a stronger, more self confident person and I'm proud to be your AP mom Well, I've always been proud of that but your piece here solidifies that even moreso.
You should be in fine shape for the pool cleaning when you return.
How's everything going, me dear son?
I see this is a contest entry and I wish you the very best. You're already a winner to me
It's so good to see you back and posting
love and
Mom
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