Stepped of the train “IN ONE LINE” was the shout
STOMACH IN SHOULDERS BACK, STICK THAT CHIN OUT,
Confusion reign’s, on the cold station platform,
Listening to orders, it’s just not the norm.

“ON THE FOUR TONNER”, all done at double pace,
“SIT STILL DONT MOVE” “I DONT LIKE YOUR FACE”
We all move en masse, with bags not at all light
Into new barracks to spend our first night

Alone in my bed, i shed a homesick tear
It’s the surrounding’s im wary of, not yet reching fear,
Soon sleeping, then waking, to rough itchy bed
Eyes going again, feeling like lead.

It’s 6 oclock and he’s up and he’s dressed for a run,
It was never like this, in cadets it was fun,
But this is the real world, of that there’s no doubt,
“GET CHANGED, YOU GET UP, I WANNA SEE YOU OUT”

This is soon routine, and most accept,
Some still do not, and some just inept,
Secretly loving just what we do,
The marching, the shouting, the phys were put through.

Seem a long time ago, since i stepped off that train,
As i sit here quite happy, in the fast falling rain,
I smile to myself, it’s been a long road
The miles behind me, and the back breaking loads

This is my lot , the life that i chose,
From boy soldier to SGT, through the ranks i have rose,
So comfortable in kit, if you know what i mean,
A lucky lucky man, just living the dream.