Once a Marine, always a Marine by Ciara Wood
You got up and left home at the age of eighteen, to earn your title of U.S. Marine. Never questioning the things you would see, you wanted your family, your friends, and country to be free.
You fought so hard, and you fought so well, in the place that you knew as a living H*ll. You so proudly told your stories, about all the valor and the glory.
The sparkle in your eye told it all, as you told your stories you stood so tall. You heard the calling and answered the call, never knowing that you would watch your own brothers fall.
I watched as the tears quickly filled your eyes, when you talked about running up that mountian to see that American flag rise. There was nothing you loved more than watching an American flag fly, you even had one flown the day that you died.
They laid your medals upon your chest, as they laid you down for your final rest. The shots were fired unto the sky, as the American flag flew so high.
When you get to the gate, tell St. Peter to let you in, Because you already went through h*ll, don't make you go again. So when you look too Heaven, don't be surpised by what you see, because the gates are guarded by none other than United States Marines.
First to Die by John F McCullagh
“Doc, over here.” I heard them cry. I raced on black volcanic sand, I know snipers target medics with a corpsman's pouch in hand.
“It’s Mike Strank, they got him bad.” Mike was down, writhing in pain. He was losing blood and awfully pale.
Shielding his body with my own, in a depression in the ground I cut away his Khaki shirt. Until the entry wound was found.
A sucking wound, an evil sign- red frothing bubbles from his chest. A styrette of Morphine- all I had to ease the pain of every breathe.
Suribachi loomed above us. Barely had a week gone by since this man had helped to raise the Forty eight Stars on high.
Now he was dying, fading fast. A grave awaited, far from home. There was nothing I could do except not let him die alone.
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