Accidental Patriot

Here's how I became a patriot 19 Cruisin the mall got money cuz I got checks poster woman proud, tall Dressed out in Blues (I would look so cute in that) and I was seduced So now I'm in the NAVY flyin on a jet plane college was so boring I never attended anyway They threw me a party at the bar down the road I played Nintendo with a stripper bored with what he showed (Bootcamp: within moments of my arrival) the bourbon and buzz wore off crazy people screaming in my face clearly, they don't understand I volunteered and they are out of place I bring this to their attention and that was when I learned how to do a pushup and that respect is earned and earned and earned Let me tell ya, my eyes were OPENED I cried for mama at nite but I wasn't alone and that's what you need in a fight (not to be alone) Broke my foot, kept runnin my girls wouldn't let me stop tangled with my "commander" she put head in toilet (I know that doesn't rhyme, but that's what happened) I'm the chick that made eyeliner out of shoe polish I'm the chick from Arkansas I'm the chick that launched F-14s the Greatest bird of all So I am, sorta by accident, a Patriot Kimberly Whitaker Holmes, Petty Officer 3rd Class Miramar Naval Air Station San Diego, USA 1985 - 1989 "humble prayers to my folks in uniform, out there doin the things I didn't have to do. I don't know how to thank you...." Whit