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Tuesday, August 6, 2019


My unit did not pull together, Company 129, we did not win the colors
Our commander wanted, we bruised his ego and sullied his pride

He punished us for that

He had us march for days without our flags, the honors we had earned, naked on parade
As if the things we had achieved were meaningless, we went about the base undressed

In silence, shouting our regret

I only ever wanted to do a job well, I could not get sixty-others to want the same thing
I could not get them to push through their cluttered brains, to navigate a path to victory

Self-discipline is not easy

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