This is the recruit whose wait is over,
His days has begun,
Reveille at 0530,
Fall in at 0545,
Lights out at 1030.

This is the recruit whose days have started,
Marches,
Doubles,
Every destination he heads.

This is the recruit whose days continues,
Rifle with everywhere he goes,
The heat barely bearable,
The shouting he has to content with.

This is the recruit whose days will shine,
Willing to die, to serve, to excel,
Whose ambitions are only weeks away,
Will never fail no matter the conditions.

This is the recruit whose days will die out soon,
He no longer is a boy,
Nor a student,
Nor a civil man,
This recruit is now a soldier.