All hail to the comrades,
Who served with their heart,
Not ready to betray or depart,
My dear military personnel,
You have traded your life,
Fighting and pleasure is seasonal,
At orientation, you chorused "We will Strife"

Since the beginning of training,
The Gunnery instructor's words gets you by,
That you are too young for failing,
and as time flies,
You stood bold, tall and high,
In soaked Camo and boots, your courage rise,
To prepare for a journey that might take your life.

As you traveled in tears,
Write home quickly the G.I instructor bark,
With mixture of excitement and fear,
For freedom you lack,
for pleasure is rare.

All hail to you comrades,
Who couldn't make the line,
Men of honor,
Be sure you're strong,
Though you tried too long,
And sure you deserve a TRIBUTE
That stood you out as a COMRADE.

In your mind, you'd say,
"if I was giving a chance to re-engage,
I'll make the line and set the pace,
But since its a one chance thing,
What memories it brings".

To the comrade,
Who fought bravely and died,
So much tears, I can't hide,
Farewell comrade,
For you were assets in the army,
Fine men of new brands
With dreams men envy,
Goodbye comrades,
What you've impacted are unforgettable,
It's an honor to salute you.

To the comrades,
With success, they soar,
Full of dreams and visions,
"HAOOAH", Comrades roar!,
With no fault in you by all indications.

At Orientation, the G.I Instructs,
COMRADES!!!!! Be Brave!
You are the pride of this Nation
Give your best, that you get your ration
"HEAD SHAVED"
4 HOURS OF SLEEP,
TRAINING UNDERWATER AT 30FT DEEP,
200 Push-ups daily,
So you can be healthy,

CHEST OUT! RIGHT TURN,
FORWARD MARCH!
By Jide Maya