Untitled – by C/PO1 A.S.

by C/PO1 A.S.

A shadow of uncertainty overwhelmes my thoughts,
Stories of courage make it hard to swallow,
Tales of love lost brings tears to my eyes,
And in the end my life will follow.
I have waited to call it my own for years And soon I will have my chance To join the Few and the Proud Even though my family rants.
People before me have served their time
And though not all have come home,
They can all call themselves Marines
Without a trace of regret shown.
Soon I will be among them,
A leader leading the best.
Taking the baton from those before
Who are taking an unwilling rest.
I will make them all proud,
Proud of what they fought for,
So they it it wasn't in vain,
The freedom which they died for.

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You know the saying “every Marine is a rifleman,” well I am proof of it. I was stationed at Canp Pend. in Feb 1968 as a truck mechanic (3516), Tet was in full bloom. When the 27th Marines were sent to Viet Nam, I went along, as a grunt. From a mechanic to a grunt in a couple of hours. What a lot of people didn’t know was that the men of the 3rd Bn 27th Marines in Nam were mostly of non-grunt MOS’s. But that didn’t stop us from doing our jobs. One of our Marines was awarded the MOH, his name was Robert Burke(I believe he is the youngest person to win the MOH in Viet Nam)

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My Marine – With Strength and Courage

My Marine
Kayla Judge

With strength and courage
He spends every single day
Fighting for our country
In many different ways

He stands guard with his rifle,
Not knowing what to expect
He has left behing his old life
Without any regrets

Daily prayers are said each night
To keep this loved one out of fright.
For he has gone so far from home
Always feeling as if he is alone

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Lost But Not Forgotten

Lost But Not Forgotten
By Donna Hammerbacher

Memories linger in the mind,
Recalling time gone by;
Deeds of good, some of bad,
All captured with a sigh.

I see him moving as in a cloud,
Tall and confident;
His essence bright I shield my eyes,
I know not where he went.

The door bell sounds and brings me back,
I recognize the dress;
Two uniforms pristine and proud,
Brothers of the best.

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The Hardest Job

Sgt. Grit,

I noticed that you have posted a few poems about Marines and Marine familys i wrote this before basic and never showed it to my mother i would greatly apreciate it if it was posted thank you.

Cpl. Lasse Larsen

The Hardest Job
by Cpl Lasse Larsen

This is mom her job is the toughest in the world.
She is a millitary mother.
Everyday she is strong.
She waits for her boy who may not come home.
Her job is to be strong when I call home.
Cuz its mom that I called when I was scared.
Mom that was there when I broke my arm.
She taught me how to be a man.
How to hold my wife and raise my girls.
To hold my head high.
To love my country and never back down.
She taught me its OK to cry to the pledge.
She is my mom and I do this for her.
For I have learned what mom really means.
Its Mother Of Marine.
SEMPER-FI!! To my M.O.M.

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A Different Christmas Poem – Embers Glowed

A Different Christmas Poem
Provided by LCDR Jeff Giles

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

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Happy Birthday in Heaven

JANUARY 24, 1940-NOVEMBER 9, 2006

When ocean breezes drift my way
I feel and smell the salty spray.
Life afirming-a gift from the sea
it brings our lord so near to me.
I feel his power in the ocean roar,
in sun splashed waves that pound the shore.
I see his face where ocean meets sky, where sunset burns brightly-God’s all seeing eye.

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