August, 1971...Ft. Dix N.J.

They took away my peacenik beads
and things I like to puff.
My bell bottom worn out jeans,
blue, with paisley cuffs.
Head to toe in olive drab
taught me how to march.
Shaved my head
learned ways to kill,
2 years without my fluff.

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From my own Army experience. 1971-`73.