(Week 4 saw us looking at the language of modern warfare and applying it to a piece of work in a similar vein to Emily Dickinson. What follows is probably radically different to what everyone else came up with. Probably best read out in Gunnery Sergeant Hartman's voice. Or, failing that, Tom Waits's voice as heard on "Hell Broke Luce".)
The first big deployment
Hold your head up high son
All the folks back home
Are rootin' for ya
Come in and join the Course
You'll have the best time
Working hard and playing hard
With all the troops all the boys and girls
But I'll let you in on a secret son
That guy to your left he won't be coming back
He won't make the grade
He'll get downed by friendly fire
Or maybe he'll step on an IED
(Which is his own fault, he should attended
(Those debriefings on IEDs
(There were plenty of opportunities to do so)
Either way he goes back home in a box
His dreams blow to ash
And he'll be lucky to have a pot to piss in
Sad fact of life son
The Course don't care where you come from
Or how many friends you got back home
The Course is your mama and your papa
And the Course got no time for the dull
You are always fightin' someone faster and smarter
Could be a hostile
Could be a drone
But if you can't keep up
Well then the Course got no use for ya
And even if you make it through walkin' and talkin'
You can't ever go back to Kansas
The outside world'll prob'ly have no use for ya
You belong to the Course
Oh yes you are part of the Course
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