There was discipline and punishment.
There were lockers and no privacy.
There was green and no crops.
There were men who were children the day before,
A reflection of the nation
They tremble to defend.
There was sweat and hidden tears.
There was the taste of metal always
Deep in the throat.
Shouts of praise from gloriously
Turning terror Into fuel.
Turning horror Into rage.
Turning vengeance Into vendetta.
Bonds of brotherhood were just beginning to form
When a captain showed up to escort
Cooper Baker away
To a new squad. A small squad. A special squad.
"Attention! Straighten up soldier. You look like your mommy didn’t finish weaning you. Is that right? I said, ‘Is that right?’!
You’re all shell and no shock, ain’t you boy?
Did you all think that boot camp was your training?
Mister, do you think her tits are more important that the words coming out of my mouth right now?
Congratulations, you’re cleaning the toilets tonight.
I hope you all […]