Hey, guy! Yeah, you! What do you think you’re doing, Trainee? How about you stand at parade rest when talking? I know you are not talking to me without a battle buddy! Matter of fact, just go ahead and drop! Start pushing! NOW! One-Two-Three. I-Can’t-Hear. You’re-Too-Weak. RECOVER! Get a battle buddy or else you will push until your arms explode! Hey drill, come here! Wanna see a trainee shit their pants real fast? NICE. Now you got a battle buddy! Only been a rule since day zero! You better have something great for me or else I will break your ass! You want to waste my FUCKING time, asking me to use the latrine? What did I just say right before we started training?! I SAID that if you had to go, go! We are in the middle of training right now! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY FACE! NOW!
*This poem is intended to be a shape poem, made in the shape of a Drill Sergeant's Campaign Hat.
An intellectual, an Army brat, and a person that others worry is addicting to yoyoing, c/MAJ Devon Sterling is an SROTC cadet who will be graduating on May 2022 and will be a Medical Services Officer in the Army. He will be studying Biomedical Sciences at the University of Washington.