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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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    Break free, the Way Sometimes I’m going through the motions, of the man I’m supposed to beTrying to take the right next step, but I know that it’s not meCause the man I see in the mirror, ain’t the one that they all seeThere’s a war going on inside, and I’m trying to break free…

  • As I go

    As I go As I travel, and as I goI’ve learned somethings, but there’s so much I don’t knowI’ve got a wandering heart, but I long for a homeWho understands this thing? But I’m not alone Day after day, and mile after mileTear after tear, and smile after smileI go, I always go Now the…

  • The burden

    The burden Freedom from this burden lies within sight, but I cast my eyes away. I don’t want to let it go.Perhaps a bit of pride is tied to the pain. I don’t know…Maybe I’m afraid if I let it go, then there won’t be a scar. I think I need the scar. It helps…

  • The mask

    The mask I wear a mask in battle to look fierceWhen I return another one hides the painWhen no one is lookingI steal a glimpse of my reflection in the bottom of my glassIt is uglySo, I drown it with another drink

  • Dark clouds remain

    Dark clouds remain Born of sorrow and loss, of rage and of pain.I feel somber, alone. The dark clouds remain. They clear for a season, then return in some time.I chase them away, with laughter and wine. With whom do I share, these things in my mind?In my heart, in my soul. These things that…

  • I remember

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