Becoming a Sailor

At the end of arduous train ride

From New Haven, Connecticut to Samson, New York

We recruits lined up for physicals – 

Many shots in the arms included. 

Then the one-minute hair cuts

When clippers harvested most of our hair

And we were reduced to “skinheads.”

After being issued our uniforms, 

Then we were summoned to barracks 

And started to become sailors after a rigorous 10 weeks of training. 

The memory of all this is still vivid

And I’ve carried it around for years.

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