A veteran’s thoughts & pen

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Why I Write

I am storyteller. I often joke that I am a writer and speaker because I have no tangible skills. Writing and speaking provide a medium to tell stories. Some generate laughter or tears. Hopefully a few provide leadership and reflection.

I chose “Take It On The Left Foot” because the phrase is familiar to military folks. When running in formation and signing cadence, the one leading the song (or telling the story if you will) eventually belts out “…take it on the left foot!..the mighty, mighty, left foot!” The next individual then steps out with “I got it!

I served as a United States Marine for twenty-five years. I was an infantryman, a grunt. I served three tours in Iraq and was awarded a Purple Heart after receiving a gunshot and shrapnel wounds on a really bad day. I recognize that I served with legends and walked with heroes. I hope I honor some of them with my stories, or at least convey what it felt like it for those of us who served.

Some of my thoughts are scribbled in green notebooks and stuffed into an old footlocker. They may show up here years later, appearing dark and rambling. I went through several years of an “angry and thirsty time” after the war. Visceral evidence of that time appears in some lines, but bleeding those words provided a measure of healing. I am doing alright now, thankfully so.

Thanks for stopping by Take It On The Left Foot, at some point my song will fade and the next generation will have to hold high the torch as such regiment hand down. Semper Fidelis

Adam Walker

Writer, Speaker, Storyteller

Retired USMC grunt

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  • The Fog

    I was drawn to it, called even. That confrontation of flesh and steel. I remember clearly thinking I would not make it home. But then I did. The fog dulled the sting for some time. Too many times, hard drink made the fog thicker. Eventually the sun came out, warming my face and heart. But…

  • A Certain Kind

    For a certain kind of man. The one thing worse than war. Is for there to be a war… …and not be part of it.

  • Kind of man

    I don’t know if I am a better man than the one that proceeded me. Or the right example for the one that came after me. But I want to be…

  • He walks

    Before the fight he runs with zeal. In the fight he runs with resolve. After the fight, when gray…he walks. Heavy but without regret.

  • The Misty Space

    Manny warriors come home and walk the misty space between the living and the dead, feeling a debt to both worlds. It is a hard walk.

  • The Hard Man

    He was just a boy, but somehow also a man. The light in his eyes would burn low when he became old, at the age of twenty-one. He had run to the sound of the guns. The drums of war lured him like the Siren’s song. Strangely he made peace with the thought of a…