Denturn Poetry - Finding Me
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I have always tried to be me.
I had no choice in the army.
Six and a half years, had enough!
The discipline, stupid, not tough!
To ware a non-existent mask,
A farce, a tad too much to ask!
The one I had, being tested.
The Sargent knew but insisted!
Enough!
I was a signaler first class.
My job, mobile command, my task?
A radio operator.
Both, tank driver, navigator.
A well-greased cog, dedicated.
Also trained to kill, yes, hated!
One year out found true love, happy!
Found all, a wife, family, me!
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