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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My D.I. Written: By Tom Wright 3-16-2008 I’ll say when you eat & I’ll say when you sleep And from your recruit mouth I’ll hear not a peep You’ll visit our barber and get an Army issue “burr” You’ll resemble some prisoner just released from stir You’ll sleep with your rifle and spit shine your boots You’ll repeat my Jodie calls and hold all the hoots You’ll be my road guard stopping the necessary cars You’ll not leave Ft. Leonard Wood to frequent the bars You’ll stand daily inspection and there best be no gigs You’re in the Army now not back home with the pigs We’ll first break you down then build you back up When finished you’ll be a mad dog not a cur pup You’ll like doing push-ups or that’s what you will say “Cruit” you better learn to love it for it gets worse each day You’re mother didn’t want you, that’s why you are here Unfortunately I don’t either, but me, you’ll learn to fear You’ll double-time on marches with an eighty-pound pack And God save your behind if you’re the one in the back You’ll fight hand to hand and learn to kill at close range You’ll spit in another’s eye for less than asking for change You’ll be subjected to ridicule to the extent that I can For my job is to keep you alive and make you a man Appreciate Uncle Sam for the Ozark vacation he’s giving And never, never, call me sir, for I still work for a living Nothing like a white glove inspection with a bad breath DI nose to nose cursing you. Ah the good old days. ha
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