My last recruit's evening..

Oh what sound beckons..
The drawing of old memories from their yonder years
The joy, the cheers, the laughters, the jeers..
How they echo out my younger years

Oh what sound beckons..
The command and control over the lower ranks
Not by my bar, but by my heart
I led the sergeants, the recruits and the men...

Oh what sound beckons..
When rallied voices joined in one accord
my words then their replies
Oh how i love to lead the lot..

Oh what sound beckons..
The joyful shouts and pride exclaimed
The winners, the losers, the neutrals left
Only but the empty chairs remained

Oh what sound beckons..
My younger years, my youngers years..
Oh how i miss the army songs
the words we sang, soldiers together..

Oh what sound beckons..
The echos down the fading days
My days are numbered in passing scores
tumbling out in rolling waves.

Bob