Sos
This SOS is not a call for help
It was a dish we ate in the Army
It was creamy
And had some type of strange beef
The shooting range always had a strange smell
The Drill Sargent would always yell
Our uniforms were tailored
So they would fit someone else
My helmet made me look like a turtle
My field pack was so heavy
It took two to carry me
When they were done with me
They sent me off to war
These sight and sounds still bother me
Over 50 years ago
The memories of war will never go
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2018
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