Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

Mother Russia Versus Disneyland

Basic training was no joke for my daughter
Her troop was under the jurisdiction of Mother Russia.
Mother Russia, their drill sergeant was five foot four.
My daughter is five foot ten. She could not stop smiling.
He did not appreciate her height.
Not highly successful; it was like Tweety Bird dressing down Sylvester.

I sent her seventeen Elvis postcards; fifteen landed on the same day.
Mother Russia’s policy was if you get more than two pieces of mail you must sing a song in front of the troop.
She was supposed to sing an Elvis song but she did not know any.
The whole troop had to sing one and coax her along.
It did not help that the troop next door was carousing most of the time.
They were being referred to as “Disneyland”.

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L Milton Hankins October 12, 2021 at 9:04 AM Oh, I think this is a realistic pictures of what women go through in basic training. I recall seeing the female airmen in training when I was there in the early 60s. They were treated unmercifully. I hope some things have changed by now, and I understand that they have since it is voluntary service. Caren Krutsinger October 12, 2021 at 10:29 AM I think it is a wee bit better but what do I know? Nothing.