Boot Camp

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Boot Camp

Eighteen,
hot summer in Kentucky
we marched the hills
like soldiers do.
Counting cadence
counting days,
counting ways to kill,
shouting ways to kill.
Eighteen is young
shaved head and black boots
spit shined like a mirror,
Vietnam in front of us
high school prom behind us
kill little men in pajamas
screamed the green hulk sergeant,
green beret, green power.
I trembled
that hot summer day
been trembling ever since.