Poem about PCSing by Tyler Haynie
What does it mean for a teenager to PCS – here is a little glimpse:
Here we go again,
We’re moving out of town,
We’re packing up our bags,
And we’re breaking some new ground.
We half heartedly thank the military,
For the time we’ll spend on the road,
this has happened to us before,
Here’s how it’s going to go:
First the trucks leave,
Hauling all our junk,
Then we’ll tell the dog,
To hop inside the trunk.
We’ll cruise the road for miles,
Stopping only once or twice,
We have three coolers of food,
Yet for me it won’t suffice.
Every fifteen minutes,
Someone has to pee,
Mom is nagging at my dad,
and my sister’s laughing at me.
My brother’s head is out the window,
Wind shouting into his head,
I started calling him names,
Until dad heard what i’d said.
We finally arrive,
We peel out of the car,
To our disappointment,
We beat our trucks by far.
So here we are, in a new house,
Sitting with all rooms empty.
But I don’t mind as much,
