Poem 35

Just laying on my bunk
Not able to see the sky
Most of my buddies
Ask themselves why
It often makes mw wonder
What I did to get
Myself rolled around
In that muddy pit
Drill in my face
Kicking me around
Got him a little mad
He's 'bout to pound
But I'll suck it up
And always drive through
If all else fails
Someone will know what to do