a week away
so much to say
of the things ill miss
in every way
forget me not
for i'll not forget
the beauty of each day
from sun's rise to set
true friends ill see
i think, i bet
friends i've had
and those just met
i shall forever remain
within their debt
to have just one
is but a dream
because a friend is a rarity
though contrary it may seem
and a friend once said
'to dream is a gift'
and because of this
a weight began to lift
because seeing is believing
no matter how misleading
i can now see my strength
fortified deep inside
there as i stand at attention
with my hands at each side
it is for everyone
that i shall stand with pride
under a nation that no one
can ever divide
i will miss you all
and for one promise i plea
to honor it
and dont forget me
i'll be back soon
to write again
because where i'll be for 13 weeks
is where boys truly become Men..
U.S. Marines OORAH!
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