
So, I spent a good portion of the year enamored with the culture shock I was thrust into, both being in a foreign country and within my new military lifestyle. We trained hard and when we had time we played hard, it was truly a great experience and one that I contemplated repeating for a second year. Major Rutter, whom I mentioned in the previous blog about this subject, actually discussed the possibility of me staying a second year, he was moving up to the Brigade level to be the S3 officer (responsible for training and operations), I declined. I missed American women and I had not taken a mid-tour leave, I had decided to do my 12 months in Korea without a break, no two to four week break from the grind of Army life. I certainly grew to love my Army, mainly because of the great people I became friends with while I was there, but also due to the regimented lifestyle that kept me on a strict schedule, maintaining my fitness, and spending just enough time in the field to make me miss the luxuries of home.

My time there I consider the best year of my non-married life. The people, the times, it was without a doubt an experience I could not live without. I also wrote several poems during my time there, one I will post below. This poem was written one day when I was out during a field exercise and observed a dragonfly and was enamored with its movements.
My Korean tour came to an end, I left what friends I had left there, most had returned to the states themselves, it was a sad time, but I hadn't seem my parents or sister in a year, it was time to come home.
I apologize if this poem is kinda cheesy, it was written in 1997, I was young, and green, and most likely a turtle still.
DragonFly
What is it with you
Dragonfly?
I watch you hovering
by and by.
It never seems you
want to annoy me
I respect that, for
which you may be
Keeping thoughts,
feelings in your head,
Not caring what we
have said,
To yourself you shall
stay,
Waiting for your
final day.
Beauty shed from
beating wings,
Don’t make any noise,
but you heart does sing,
Music loud, words so
strong,
Man should never do
you wrong.
Remember that day you
came my way,
It was on my shoulder
you came to stay.
I thought to myself
“Dragon Fly, my
shoulder is your shelf,
Put your thoughts
down one by one,
Don’t stop until you
are done.”
Fly Dragon-Fly
From now on I’ll look
and sigh.
When I see you fly,
you reach the sky
For now we have
unending tie.

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