That Boricua Airman is my Mom

A uniform you wore with pride, no single place where we reside. With English you were tongue twisted, yet not a minute you wasted. So far away you had to go, into the blue you had to soar. You crawled through the dirt and the mud, man, basic training must have sucked. You shot a gun and learned to fight, I think that would have been a sight! Put on the boots, hair in a bun, instructors scream, gotta shut up. You don't understand, they don't care, always yelling, so full of air. You had me, you did your duty, learned English from dictionaries. Got us a house and some transport, no longer living in Rich Port.