“Join the Army and See the World.”
Army Strong, more than a slogan,
a secure grip, an extended hand,
I’d be someone, other than….
 
I would escape, not smother,
the cycle of abuse
that befell my mother
and mother’s mother.
 
Sergeant said, “Pull over!”
There’s something for me to see,
him,
before I take my oath to serve.
 
He stood erect, pants
around his ankles.
A nauseous scent of musk
permeated my very being.
 
His salty essence,
thick and dry.
No matter what,
I wouldn’t cry.
 
A military purpose,
I think not. 
Why?
Army Strong…Army Wrong!
 
Note: Cincinnati VA Hospital Women’s Writing Group.