17 years of age
                               Not a care in the world
                            2 more weeks, he thought
                       His life changed once he stepped
                     foot onto a plane to the West Coast.
                 “Faster, faster, faster.” They yelled loudly.
                Beads of sweat, dripping down his forehead.
                  “What am I thinking? Why did I do this?”
              2 weeks pass, a piece of paper in an envelope
          changed his mind set, even a small smile appeared.
    Sitting at a desk, he writes a small letter to the girl he loves.
     “I miss you so much, boot is hard. But, I’ll make it through,           knowing I can come home to you.” he signed the letter                                     first, middle, last.
                          13 weeks gone by fast
                  He stands in the front of a crowd
     Receiving an emblem, with the logo of his service on it
  Before leaving the perimeter, he trades his combat boots in
                         for a pair of dress blues.
                            18 years of age
                          Now a young man
                He comes home to his loved ones.
         The people who support his tough decisions.
                      Home at last, he thought.