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When I was a junior, in high school,
my friends and I, thought it was cool,
to enlist, get uniforms and serve,
So we joined the Naval Reserve.
One meeting a month was all that we
had to attend, then it was off to sea,
but I was wrong, wrong as can be,
for we were going to "boot camp" not to sea.
Receiving transportation chits with no "prattle"
we caught a train, going to Seattle.
From the core of this wonderful town,
we boarded a train, Portland OR bound.
Arriving in the Rose City, very late in the day,
we transferred to the Union Pacific, going to L.A.
My grandfather was working for the N.P.
so using skill, we had a drawing room for three.
Our private room, with a couch and bed.
Why we even had our own private "head".
We arrived in L.A. and on that great day,
we boarded a train, Atchison-Topeka and Santa Fe.
We arrived in San Diego and with great luck,
the Navy was nice, so we rode in a truck.
Boot Camp was now what we were in,
to make all us young boys, into men.
But that's another story.

The good old days are now gone.
The lives lost in this virus run,
Be they daughter, husband, wife or son.
A much too early return to work
Or the open a business, to crowds,
Was poor judgement, if it was used.
It now appears the citizens were confused,
As our leader, said it will be gone
In mid April, when it is warm.
Wrong again, with your guessing game,
As you violate any sense of reason.
Not wearing a mask. It is your claim
The petulant child you; are to blame.
May Karma grab you by your shirt
And plant your face into the dirt.

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