Transition

We walked in his office,
and signed our full names.
The we packed all our luggage
and boarded a plane.

Once at the airport,
we hunted for food.
Introduced to a TI
and encountered "the mood."

We rounded the corner
an caught sight of "the den."
All shuddered in fear as
we fell out and fell in.

The first week was zero,
we cried on the phone.
We walked around bug-eyed
and felt so alone.

Week one was better,
yet still a big test.
From breakfast to dinner,
then sleep through the rest.

Second week was long,
and SO uninvited, but
then comes the third and
we all get excited.

We've made it through evals,
we're awaiting the test.
And then off to warrior week
with the best of the best.

Standing in blues
outside the chow hall.
We conquered the five mile,
and now we stand tall.

Awaiting the bomb run,
the flags, and the band.
We are basically trained
in protecting our land.

I write this from tech school
two days until graduation.
Basic training was easy.
I'm ready to serve my nation.