The basic training time - oh my. my Army husband told me many tales of how that was. I was ever so glad tho that they were well taught. just in case. and prayed they'd never have to use those skills - like crawling under barbed wire under live rounds of machine gun fire.
Ha, ha, yep, I've been there friend so I can definitely relate to your humorous poetic offering. Spent four years in the British army back in the eighties and will never forget the three months of basic training I endured... it was hell but I loved and hated it : )) Nice!
I was married to a Sailor years ago, and his training was pretty intense as a recruit. Even later in his career, I remember him saying he had to crawl through mud (in the middle of winter) and various other things, all in the line of training. He was one very dirty, very cold person when he got home that day! I loved your poem, and appreciate you injecting humour into what would've been a very trying, very serious time in your life. Well done!
Not of fan of being in the military, eh? I would find it difficult as well, but I surely admire those who can serve our country in that manner. Loved the humor. Relatable and rhythmic.
Thank you for sharing!
Art? Thanks for sharing your PT experience while in the Air Force. Sounds better than facing 11 inches of cold steel running at you. Now that would be something to draw. LOL. Have a great Memorial Day.
I enjoyed your fun poem about PT, Jay. I understand where this is coming from. You did a great job with the rhymes and the smooth flow of words. It was easy to picture this as I read. Thanks for sharing. Jan
Wow... I've heard that Basic Training is no fun J. but I wouldn't wish all of that physical distress on anyone. I honestly think it would kill me! Especially at this stage of the game... Which is probably why they don't take people over 50! (though I know for a fact they'll take them and make them train others in a pinch!) A couple of years ago, I was looking through an old family trunk and found discharge papers that belonged to my Papa... my dad's father... from WW1. Nobody even knew he'd even been in WW1. Not even my father. It was a surprise to us all. We did the math and realized that he'd gone in at 16 and was discharged at 19 when it was over. His mother must have been crazy.