On having been a rifle coach

        Doing things with all my might

I learned when young, but never

Who I was over the years. 

I seemed well enough at this

And that and maybe as good

As need be and always moved

On.  Looking back as I often do

Was I good enough.  I was 

Offered an increase in rank

If I would stay, but the war

Was the thing I was doing 

And I was on Cheju Do 

When the truce was signed.

I seemed to be done and

Moved on, but had I stayed,

I might have had Oswald,

To train.  If I had

Trained him with all my might,

What would he do if I was 

Better?  If I was worse?