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Living in the Family of 1000s
Living in the Family of Thousands
My mom married him when I was six
He'd done nothing else since his 18th
He's retired now, I give a sigh of relief aloud
There are things I won't miss,
Things that make me pissed.
I won't miss the Artillery on sunday morn
The fly-boys buzzing the house in their jets.
Navy guys. 'nuff said.
My youth, spread across a country
Making new friends, leaving the old ones behind
Always starting over.
New teachers who don't understand army brats,
and punish them for it
The sounds of screaming drill
Always so shrill
Seeing your mom kiss him good bye at the Airport,
while the civi's stare, knowing where he's going.
Being a single parent family again.
The base holding its breath,
Knowing someone's been killed,
Waiting for the Base commander and the padre,
and the guilt from praying its not yours.
Your dad's occasional blank stare,
from things no one should ever see.
And the worst of it all
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