Marine of Mine

Six foot two inches, a brod figure to me. A Sicangu Lakota, he that stands very proudly. he gave me a home and a place to sleep, Put me back together and back on my feet. This is my uncle, my father, my friend to keep. A veteren, a warrior, I hear an injured solider's weep. And even with a broken back, he ignores the pain and gets back on the track. Stength and wisdoom, he has nothing that lacks. He provides for his family, a permanent act. Always said he would take care of me, that was our pact. And from begining to end he stated that as a fact. A hard working man, no fear it seems, but this is the life of a long-term Marine.