BCT in TOP
(Basic Combat Training in Times of Peace)

It saps me
Where it should soak
Disgusts
When it should delight
And kills
This "word smiths" words...
But it is nothing I envisioned

A fraternal relation
Of average men (most boys)
Yet times of peace
Relax the standards
Of discipline, of courage,
Of integrity.
Glossy toes reflecting lies
Of honor & the dreams
Our fore fathers had.
BCT is *a joke*