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Boot Training At Old Camp Peary
We are the men in Navy blue
And we’re learning to fight for our country true
You can tell that we are all recruits
By the canvas leggings we call boots
Life down here is really fine
But all we do is stand in line
First for chow three times a day
And for clothes and shots and even our pay
And Oh! We knew we lost our civilian status
When everyone was
yelling at us
We rake and paint and shine the brass
We march and drill and go to class
We clean and sweep and swab the deck
But it seems nothing we do is ever correct
At 0530 out of our bunks we land
Ten minutes later we’re drilling on sand
I and the other guys complain and gripe
But when things get tough I just light up my pipe
And Oh! We found ourselves in quite a quandary
When we learned we had to do our laundry
We laid in mud about an inch deep
To gaze thru that Springfield’s rear sight peep
The men on the line couldn’t figure the cause
Why the men in the butts waved “Maggies Drawers”
Then one day we had a terrible task
Adjusting the straps on our gas mask
We entered a building filled with gas
And that terrible Ensign yelled “Un-Mask”
We stand in the chow line for over an hour
Then return to the barracks to shave and shower
And when for a little sack time we bid
A peek at the watch list reveals a “Mid”
We stand inspection about every five minutes
The Navy is trying to push us to limits
But all this training I guess we can hack
And it appears that some of our hair has grown back
Now then all together we heave
So we can go home on our first Navy leave
Edward A. Haraden, A/S, USN USS Moale
(DD-693)
Co. 729, Area A-4
USNT&DC, Camp Peary
Williamsburg, Va
Sept. 1945 Age 17
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