When at the Empire State Military Academy (ESMA)
I stood in ranks under summer sun
sweat pouring down my back
for what felt like three hours.
Today, in sunset -
I sat next to the commander
in the review stand
and to thunderous drum
saw a legion pass.
That sweaty private
never even once imagined
a colonel's day would come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Snapshot of a successful life. Hard earned and well done.