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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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  • Walkie’s ode

    Walkie’s ode The fight was hardAnd the scars are deepAnd to this dayI still weep I am aliveBut they are now goneWhy was IThe one to come home Brothers in armsSide by sideYet one man livedAnd the other one died I’ve searched the bottleAnd I shout to the skyBut after the stormI still don’t know…

  • The storm inside

    The storm inside I suppose I am reckless and prone to self-destruction at times.Something inside me rejects the success and good life I have.For a season I accept and comply.But the wound returns anew, time and again. They are gone, violently taken from this life, and from those who love them.Yet I remain, loved by…

  • The question

    The question I take strong drink, to ease the pain.But when the sunrise, memories remain. When the embers burn low, their voices cry out.“Do not forget me!”I hear them shout. So, I sing their song, and I tell their tale.And my only fear,Is that I may fail. And though I have bled, they’ve paid so…

  • The path

    The path I know I’m supposed to walk on the clean path, the straight and narrow way.But my feet are so accustomed to the mud and the mire.I often sink my feet back in.It’s hard to forget those times. The mud sticks to my boots and my feet are heavy.But I plod on.Sometimes I get…

  • The Pain And Love That I Feel

    The Pain And Love That I Feel (written for a friend who lost his ten month old son) When you came to us, your little smile just stole my heartAnd your bright eyes, said daddy when can we startTo play outside, to feel the sun and smell the rainBut your few days, were filled with…

  • Tell Their Story

    Tell Their Story Tell a story about a man who struggled, just like his old manOne had nightmares from Iraq, the other from ‘NamOne jumped in a bottle of whiskey, the other in pillsBut they never talked to each other, or shared their ordeal CHORUSI put pen to paper, I gotta make it a songI…