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 Cry

    A lot of guys won’t let themselves cry after the war, unless alcohol opens the valve. They are afraid once they start crying, they may never stop. Even more so if he was a leader. While over there he had to appear steady, calm, and strong; so that the young guys would likewise be able…

  • The Veteran

    When embers burn lowAnd hard drink makes him softThe words tumble outHe no longer seems lost Pen captures feelingWhen the story’s unclearThe woods bring quietThis darkness, no fear Such contrast, the worldBack where he livesAnd the war, back thenWhere this saga begins The boy and old manIn the blink of an eyeWhile other boys layIn…

  • Give Me Tomorrow

    If I make it out of this desert sand, I tell you right where I’ll beOn a mountain side with the leaves a’ changing, in the hills of TennesseeI want to smell rich dark earth, and soak my feet in the creekThat dream seems so far away, I might die by the end of the…

  • Glory

    There is no glory in the mud, the blood, or the hate Glory only comes after the gritty, hard work has been done Some of the glory attached to those who came home… …is derived from those who did not. It’s not very glorious

  • Home is home

    Home is home When you grow up in a trailer, then go out into the worldSeems like you are running forever, from what you once wereThe place of your roots has a long deep holdBut who you wanna be keeps pulling you along Many times alone, and misunderstoodYou find solace in the trees as they…

  • Love in the moment

    Love in the moment Momma called me last winterBut I didn’t pick up the phoneI regret that decisionCause the Lord’s called her home I took her for grantedLike she’d…always be thereNow I’m looking for comfortIn memories and prayer You gotta love in the momentCause time’ll run outYou’re left feeling emptyWith a lingering doubt Did they…