
I know it doesn't rhyme, I'm not a Poet, this is just a simple thank you to the man who changed my life for the better
Rated: Fiction T - English - Family/Friendship - Words: 438 - Published: 11-19-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3075793
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The Sarge;
I first met him at the age of 15, the Sarge.
Little did I know the impact he would have on my life.
Rather quite large,
I was tall, arrogant, egotistical, interested in doing things the way I wanted,
For the first year, he bent me back into the line, forming me to the man I am today,
He punished me when I FUBARed to the extreme,
I always thought that they were quite literally out to make my life hell,
Being the only Canadian in a Cadet unit filled with Americans
I was the talk of it, the Canadian "Hothead", "Asshole" were just some of the names,
I remember him saying "You've got the potential, just fix the attitude problem,
Then the next year, a new CO, still the same Sarge,
The Colonel and I were both Type A personality,
Instead of making a friend, I made my CO an adversary,
I left the unit because I had made an enemy of my instructor,
I had my friends in that unit, I tried to keep them inline sometimes,
But no matter my efforts, there was always that background,
The Hawk, the unit's #1 asshole,
They say a tiger can't change it's stripes,
But I tried the impossible, but sometimes it came up empty,
Sarge would say good job when I did right, and chewed me out when I did wrongm
I deserved it when he did, the Colonel and I still butted heads,
A new command, given the job of handling the Corps Logistics,
I trained my NCO's the way I knew, I trained them to be on Sarge's watch,
Didn't help much when I started dating that cadet officer, a mistake I regret making,
I know I could've been so much better if I had listened to Landfair and stayed clear of the women,
Now here I am,
This close to my dreams, in the motherland [Canada], just about to become a soldier for my nation,
I still think of the Sarge, the mistakes I made, I hiccup here and there,
But no one is perfect,
I want to thank the Sarge, and apologize to the Colonel, for the shit they put up with from me,
And when I think of it, there is no other word to describe it,
I was the units "Maverick", if you will,
To my friends I'm respectable, and even headed, cool tempered,
I am only that way,
To this day,
Because of the Sarge.
Thank you TSgt. I owe you much respect… and when I comeback when I am legal US age,
Drinks are on me. Thank you
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