The Scout Life


Every morning when I awake I wonder if it's real or if it's fake.
I lie in this bed all alone without the use of even a telephone.
Most of the time I smile but sometimes I cry,
I wonder why? why i chose this life that lives a lie!
Being a Cav Scout was always a dream but it's not all as it seemed.
Late nights with no sleep,
standing in formation at 0500 40 deep.
First on the Battle field Last one out.
Thats what being a Scout is all about!
Blood and mud from head to toe carrying on the tradition of GI Joe.
Endless months of pain and hell.
I look back at all the times i fell
But everytime i got back on my feet.
Because I'm a Scout and I don't accept defeat!

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