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You may be quite astonished
When you read about Marines
But they are the most effective
Of the world's combat machines.
When people think about the Corps
They proffer scenes profound
Like courage on the battlefield
Where death lay on the ground.
They are the finest riflemen
The world has ever seen.
No one can wield a weapon like
A combat tuned Marine.
And when fighting at close quarters
With bayonets applied
The hapless stands who took the test
Lay squandered where they died.
It's true that hordes of headstones
In graveyards over time
Bear names of valiant, young Marines
Who never reached their prime.
The noble price these young men paid
Who fought to make men free,
Will serve as somber evidence
What price be liberty.
There is no greater source of pride
Than Marines dressed in their Blues
They wear them with full knowledge
That Marines have paid their dues.
They might well have served in peacetime
Or in the heat of combat fire,
The fact they are prepared to fight
Has satisfied Corp' desire.
They marched across hot desert sands
They crawled through marish mire,
Each offered up his mortal life
Whose valor won't expire.
For every time Marines were called
To fight oppressive gloom
Their honored name preceded them
Igniting waves of doom.
It's true Marines are but one branch
Of our military might
But none can make us feel so proud
As Marines called on to fight.
So, please forgive these lofty words
That praise heroic scenes
For we sure are proud and grateful
For the United States Marines. | By Don Groninger
Copyright 2007
Listed December 5, 2008 |
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