jinelson
09-17-04, 02:57 PM
This poem was in this months Leatherneck Magazine and I thought that some of the folks here would enjoy it.
To Wear The Green Again – by Robert A. Hall
Do you recall when we were young and wore the forest green, the oddest thing we had to do was earn the name Marine?
Do you recall our old DI and PT in the pit, or how you killed a sand flea and had to bury it?
Do you recall those vanished days when we were in the Corps? We’d swab the deck, field day the head then do it all once more.
Do you recall the duty list and how we tried to skate, or how our outfit seemed to thrive on “hurry up and wait”?
Do you recall it’s “BROWN side out!” and how the word would change, or “snapping in” till muscles ached when we were at the range?
Do you recall that curious day when we went off to war or how we bragged we’d be the best that ever served the Corps?
Do you remember how hard we prayed when first we ducked a round, to not disgrace our uniform or let our buddies down?
Do you recall your sergeant who was killed the second day, or how we cried like children when they carried him away?
Do you recall how glad we were the day they let us out, or how you told off the “gunny” and made him swear and shout?
And did you watch the evening news the day it hit the fan, and wish like I with all your heart you wore the green again?
Semper Fi
Jim
To Wear The Green Again – by Robert A. Hall
Do you recall when we were young and wore the forest green, the oddest thing we had to do was earn the name Marine?
Do you recall our old DI and PT in the pit, or how you killed a sand flea and had to bury it?
Do you recall those vanished days when we were in the Corps? We’d swab the deck, field day the head then do it all once more.
Do you recall the duty list and how we tried to skate, or how our outfit seemed to thrive on “hurry up and wait”?
Do you recall it’s “BROWN side out!” and how the word would change, or “snapping in” till muscles ached when we were at the range?
Do you recall that curious day when we went off to war or how we bragged we’d be the best that ever served the Corps?
Do you remember how hard we prayed when first we ducked a round, to not disgrace our uniform or let our buddies down?
Do you recall your sergeant who was killed the second day, or how we cried like children when they carried him away?
Do you recall how glad we were the day they let us out, or how you told off the “gunny” and made him swear and shout?
And did you watch the evening news the day it hit the fan, and wish like I with all your heart you wore the green again?
Semper Fi
Jim