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Young Marines write poems warning of the dangers of drinking and driving.

How Bad Can It Be?
~By YM LCpl Annika Roach, 16 (May 2012)

One person might not
think drugs are bad
but that's the person who's
drunk driving while,
you're safe at home.
At night, there is always
some person stepping into
the car
putting those keys in the ignition,
turning the car on,
and stepping on the gas.
Drinking might feel fun,
but it's a hazard
to yourself and others.
Have you noticed others get hurt
worse than the drunk dirver?
The alcohol makes
them more relaxed.
Drinking always has negative
effects for every sip you take.
Don't step into that
hazardous world of drugs.
You don't want to end
like that.

The Drunk Driver
~by PFC Dmitri Ushakov, 16 (May 2012)

A man tried to drink to drown his sorrows
To think not again, until tomorrow.
While he was driving he started to weep
And failed to notice he was falling asleep.

As he fell into a drunken sleep
(On that fateful, 7th day of the week)
He started to drive so much faster
That then it happened: a huge disaster.

Down the road, people were leaving church
But his car had already started to veer and lurch...
One by one they crossed the street
(unaware of the diver who had fallen asleep).

When, too late, he finally awoke,
Some bad words, he then spoke....
For he had just rounded a curve,
And saw that there was no time to swerve...

When a pregnant lady crossed at last
she saw he was driving much too fast!
As the red car was coming near
(her eyes widened in absolute fear).

She heard the people scream and shout;
But it was too late, there was no doubt.
Now he is broken and only weeps
Because he is the drunk driver who fell asleep.

Someone Should Have Told Him
~by YM Pvt Josh Richards, 14 (May 2012)

I went to a graduation party
but I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink at all,
so I had a Coke instead.
I felt proud of myself,
the way you said I would,
that I didn't choose to drink and drive,
though some friends said I should.
I knew I made a healthy choice and
your advice to me was right
as the party finally ended
and the kids drove out of site.
I got into my own car,
sure to get home in one piece,
never knowing what was coming,
something I expected least.
Now I'm lying on the pavement.
I can hear the policeman say,
"The kid that caused this wreck was drunk."
His voice seems far away.
My own blood is all around me,
as I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
"This kid is going to die."
I'm sure the guy had no idea,
while he was flying high,
because he chose to drink and drive
that I would have to die.
So why do people do it,
knowing that it ruins lives?
But now the pain is cutting me
like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell my sister not to be afraid,
tell Dad to be brave,
and when I go to heaven to
put "Faithful Son" on my grave.
Someone should have told him
that it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive.



Updated: May 2012