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Mar 2021
Morning bells sound,
Its reville, French for wake up.
Time to get dressed and shave,
Maybe put on some makeup.
Here we are at quarters still half asleep.
Wondering what today will bring,
Not a person makes a peep.
The plan of the day is mundane,
Not one of you hears a word,
Doubtless in your mind, you think this is absurd.
Shift colors, were now underway.
Same conversations, drills and watches,
Months will go by, its like groundhog day.
You cant wait to be free, leave this horrible place.
Don’t get so far ahead of yourself,
Life will always continue the same pace.
Don’t get wrapped up in the negative that you see.
This is just the start of what all of you will be.
So have a fine navy day my friend
Because one day it will surely end.
Attention to quarters, I bid you all adieu,
I hope you guys remember me for something good,
Ill never forget you.
Written by
Paul Hobson  37/M/Virginia
(37/M/Virginia)   
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