My Di
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
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2015
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