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"REBMEMER." Those are the 8 black letters tatooed on his chest. The eight letters that are actually "REMEMBER" backwards, So that every morning, when he wakes up on base,
Not so little soldier boyOff to do what's right Thirteen weeks to make or breakHe then goes on to fight
I was lead To the path. Of poetry. By some famous war poets. Siegfried Sassoon and Winfred Owen. And Cpl Robert Lin Cook USMC. Poem Tarawa of his youth.
Summer ends my time at Parris Island. Marines marching and DI's scream. To welcome home our new Marines. June 13 the few, the proud, the graduation of my marine.
Your eyes now so rough that were once so soft, Your hair cut so perfectly short. In the past we’d see each other often, But now we see nothing of the sort. The clothes you wear are different than most,
The Few. This way of life is not for everyone; Most think we're crazy, which might be true. There's no black, white, or brown, just green. Serving my Country with pride, Along side my Corps family.
thirteen weeks. then ten days. then some months. that's how long he'll be away. While he serves the country, I will wait for his return, for his love is worth any wait.
In a crowd you are bound to spot him He is standing so very tall Not too much impresses him He has seen and done it all. His hair is short, eyes are sharp, and not a smile is seen
You'll be leaving soon Off to begin the adventure of your life. You'll be exploring the globe. Ocean to Ocean. Mountain top to mountain top. Your book will reach to its final chapter someday.
USMC fighting to save, support you earn respect and give it then proudly wear it the respect becomes yours they fight till the end brothers all in all guns in hand
they protect our nation and way of life they are ready at moments notice there might not be many but they are proud can you guess who I'm talking about
Miles away from home a soldier lies,He cherishes many hello's, and despites goodbye's.He risks his life, he is willing to die,He does all of this to see that American Flag fly high.What most people do not understand,
This was written while I was at basic training for the United States Army......... It's amazing how the essence of somebodys presence can change you. And then when your gone without it its amazing how it could offend you.
Steel hearts, locked eyes, Tears form, deep sighs, Tears fall, eyes close, No more words, he already knows, Sergeant calls out commands, He backs away, we drop hands, Plane flies, let it go,
I miss you quietly, Like heaven misses hell. Like the father misses His astray, wayward son. I miss you like a sin. I miss you like a thought provoked, Tainted blood of a freedom once known
With the bend of a finger Another man is dead With a bend of a finger He’s been shot in his head
I can’t believe the time has come You’re gone away, so far from home But I don’t blame you It’s your dream To become one of The Few, The Proud, The Marines.
They earn their title from sweat blood and silent tears. They well never regret being called a United States Marine. That’s right there marines they are known for their intelligence and survival rates.
Walking off the airplane he stands proudly in his camis. I waited to see this day ever since he last boarded the plane.
Life is freedom, life is choice, or so we're always told. Life is choosing right from wrong, From being young to being old. Life is love, life is joy, Life is laughter from girl to boy.
The gentle rocking of a heavy metal coffin rocks her to sleep Instead of the pleasant beat of her child’s heart.