The Drill Sergeant's Lament by Owen Townend

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She

left right

left right

left right

away.

 

I don’t know but I’ve been told

I’m rough, not ready

to be good as gold.

 

One, two.

Sound off.

Three, four.

Sound off.

Five, six.

I miss the

sound of her voice.

 

Lift your hands up to the sky

she drilled the heart of this GI.

 

If I should die in this camp,

bury me beside that tramp.

 

Her

company halts.

Comments

  1. Charlotte Pickles25 April 2022 at 09:06

    Clever and original, Owen. I like this.

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    1. Owen Townend25 April 2022 at 10:00

      Thank you, Virginia! This was inspired by Ain't No Doubt by Jimmy Nail of all things. Its chorus sounds exactly like a boot camp song.

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  2. Anonymous27 June 2022 at 20:23

    A powerful peace Chris, it gathers urgency, enjoyed this

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