Idealism ***** Up Vanguard Combat Field Poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

Bass drum calls all ravenous cadets

700 military hours passed
we were yet at Commonwealth Ave.
from Central to the barracks of
nationalism-reservist team corps

double-time,1st class officer commanded
a pressured call for NS12 ROTC
bravo 1st platoon
privately ran in cadence
hitting the throbbing distant drum

exhausted
50x pushed up
sir, yes, sir!
tiring squatras
5 minutes facing the sun
mud crawling heading to rifle
barracks
wearing threadbare GOA uniform
with demerits pharaphernalias
faded greenberet I just borrowed
unshine backle
worn-out combat shoes
unprepared trainess like me
from the night
of psychosomatic bed of illnesses
an overused excused
for anti- ROTC cadet