the corps
Dear, United States Marine Corps,
I screamed at the top of my lungs YES MA'AM
day in and day out just to please you
I pushed myself until I threw up on a daily basis
just to make it to basic.
exceeded my goals and went above your standards
in attempt to become one of the few
while in training I became a disgusting recruit.
and loved every minute of it.
learning drill,
marching to the cadence,
eating chow,
making the racks,
doing rifle watch,
everything you wanted,
gave you my all- my heart and soul.
but with the title just within reach,
senior drill instructor.
crore-men.
you shattered my heart.
worst heartache I've ever felt.
you threw me on a bus back home.
to be long forgotten.
you may not want me
but I will be back
continuing to train I will do whatever it takes
to prove to you that I am able.
that a Marine is something I can be.
please.
~from Kaitlyn
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