A United States Marine
Walking in hot sand, carrying his gear,
He quietly thinks, of family back home.
He hasn't seen them in over a year,
He walks on, his destination unknown.
Getting caught in the enemy's fire,
A Marine falls as he tries to shoot back.
His will to live, a burning desire,
Calling for help, he grabs his buddy's pack.
Marines fire their guns, twenty-one times,
As the fallen Marine is put to rest.
People cry as they recite their last lines,
And pin a gold medal onto his chest.
Now I am weeping in my long black dress,
For a US Marine, who tried his best..
He quietly thinks, of family back home.
He hasn't seen them in over a year,
He walks on, his destination unknown.
Getting caught in the enemy's fire,
A Marine falls as he tries to shoot back.
His will to live, a burning desire,
Calling for help, he grabs his buddy's pack.
Marines fire their guns, twenty-one times,
As the fallen Marine is put to rest.
People cry as they recite their last lines,
And pin a gold medal onto his chest.
Now I am weeping in my long black dress,
For a US Marine, who tried his best..
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