Black and White By Raymond Roy
Tun Tavern 1775
Espirit de Corps they call it , a willingness to die. Not a jury’s verdict, but boot camp on P.I.
Devil dogs before them, earned title that they seek,
Transformation from fatherless, phony tough, crazy and meek.
Stand on yellow footprints , wee hours of the morn, step between polished doors through which an oath is sworn.
Recruits white, black, brown,many color of a hand,
Dreads, bushy and straight hair, on barbers floor will land.
Drill instructors don’t discriminate, by race, color or creed, all are equally worthless until becoming the Marine Corps breed.
Although this was a flash fiction challenge, the only fiction in this poem is that I went to US Marine Corps boot camp in San Diego rather than the P.I. (Parris Island) I thank God every day for the kick in the pants the USMC gave me back in 1981.
USMC Plt. 2045 1981
Written for Flash Fiction writing challenge in which based on the photo prompt (pictured above) write exactly 99 words(no more, no less) to join the challenge and read other stories based on this prompt, click Here