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02-26-07, 06:49 AM #16
Soldiers of the Wall
by Gary Jacobson © July 1999
Oh we’re soldiers of the wall,
We’ve fought and died for one and all.
We’re just resting here you see
To see if our blood shed kept you free
A patriot’s dream for liberty.
We didn’t wish to die,
When we heard that clarion cry,
A call to arms set us on this course.
And we’d do’er again without remorse.
For we’d rather be men than shirk
When our country needs us to do dirty work
For we know that freedom is not free
And our children must grow tall in liberty
We can see the purple mountain majesty,
From our wall,
See huddling masses yearning to be free,
From our wall.
We see a nation built on honesty,
Fought for with our blood of integrity.
We see great courage maintained in modesty
From our place here on the wall
Standing so proud and so tall.
We are the ones our country called
To trample tyranny beloved freedom galled.
We bore in might
Righteous spirit of right.
We fought evil in Vietnam devastating.
Armed with fire and lightning,
Forces of communism dissipating,
Vietcong bastions wherein wrath lay stored
Fell to America's terrible swift sword.
American soldiers prayed goodness
Of justice would at longlast prevail
Common freedoms to Vietnamese avail.
But it was not to be...
Now as soldiers of the wall
Forever stand we,
Symbols of courageous struggle for liberty,
Of the best of us valiantly fallen
Blest youth forever stolen.
We hope our sacrifice wasn’t in vain
For we gave our lives in suffering pain.
Where heroes proved
More than life, their country loved.
Endowed with great courage and strength,
We went to any length,
Fighting in Nam’s gore and mud
To inspire young men’s red blood
To crown our nation with noble brotherhood.
We fought to make a difference
To stand in might, for right's defense.
We watched our buddies die,
Followed them in death by and by
Standing brave, and standing tall.
Finding gloried honor on this granite wall.
Oh we’re soldiers of the wall,
We’ve fought and died for one and all.
We’re just resting here you see
To see if our blood shed kept you free
A patriot’s dream for liberty.
We heard the distant sound of the gun
To Vietnam did run.
We did not look behind
As valorous courage we seemed to find.
So do not shed for us faint tears
See our dream for country,
See beyond the years
As we bled in the jungles of hell
We knew we were doing our duties well.
For we answered our country’s call,
'Cause someone had to do it.
We soldiers fighting in Nam's misty pall,
Gave a gift to our beloved...our all.
Oh we’re soldiers of the wall,
We’ve fought and died for one and all.
We’re just resting here you see
To see if our blood shed kept you free
A patriot’s dream for liberty.
It’s lonely and so cold here.
I hope people never forget us here,
In this black marbled granite bier.
For the sign of a man,
Is the amount of respect he gives
For fathers and brothers who gave all for them
Who now on that lonely wall lives.
Was our sacrifice worth it, can you see
Do you honor our proud victory
Fought and won for you and me...
Though sad we be for our sainted mothers,
Do not cry for me my brothers
But give to my death meaning
beyond my moldering grave greening.
We pray with all power in our hearts
For men guiding,
Standing safeguard protecting
Our great nation,
Brave men standing between loved ones
And war’s unholy devastation.
Always remember with love and respect
Those who strains of freedom reflect
From that hallowed wall,
Revered now by us all.
Remember those living in darkning shadow
Who with courage and honor jousted
With freedom’s malignant foe.
Oh we’re soldiers of the wall,
We’ve fought and died for one and all.
We’re just resting here you see
To see if our blood shed kept you free
A patriot’s dream for liberty.
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02-27-07, 02:28 AM #17
Remember Them
By Jeff Hooker
Lying here beneath this ground
Never again to make a sound
When alive, they were so brave
And carried honor into the grave
They were all the best of men
Courage earned by all of them
Medals pinned upon their chest
At last the peace, of final rest
In the ranks they stood so strong
Voices raised in battle songs
Marching forward defying fear
For the land they loved so dear
On that final Judgement Day
When they all stand up to say
We gave up all we owned you see
At duties call to set men free
So when the flag waves in the wind
If but a moment, Remember Them
For they all paid the final cost
So freedoms truth, would not be lost.
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02-27-07, 01:59 PM #18The first trimester has come and gone...
Written By Marine Mom, Marti
The first trimester has come and gone,
the broken man, the man I've become.
My youthful ways has left my skin,
I bring up my armour, the man within.
A Marine I'm learning to be
so you and I can be free.
Onto the mastering of what I have to give and more,
my strength, my endurance, the best I implore.
For the Marines I have pledged my oath,
to give my heart and soul, I give my both.
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02-27-07, 02:02 PM #19"Through His Eyes I've Seen"
Author: Victor A. Giagrante
Dedicated to the past and present Men and Women
of the United States Marine Corps.
Many years ago, in 1969
I was a lad of 19, doing mighty fine.
Out of school and working, for United States Steel
Pockets full of money, going for every meal.
Driving my 67 Chevy, with a worked 396
Getting pretty popular with all the local chicks.
I was cool and lucky. I thought I had it all
Then I watched a Marine walk past, it made my skin crawl.
He looked to be 40, gray around the side
His eyes were filled with something, also in his stride.
I started a conversation. Said he was looking mighty fine.
He then told me his age, he had just turned 29.
"12 months in 'Nam," he said, with an icy stare
"Death, destruction and sorrow, nothing can compare."
He turned and walked away, without even saying good-bye
It made me really angry, but that Marine began to cry.
"Hey Marine!" I yelled, "I thought you guys were tough and taught how to kill."
"I guess you must be the only one, who just can't fit the bill."
With that he turned and said, almost in a scream
"You can't judge a man, until through his eyes you've seen."
I laughed a nervous laugh and by him I walked around
He just stared and watched me walk away, never made a sound.
As I lay in bed that night, wondering what it was like
Death, destruction and sorrow, the unknowing air strike.
I thought of that Marine, I really don't know why
I couldn't get him out of my mind, then I started to cry.
The next day when I woke up, I talked to my Dad
I told him of the Marine and how he was feeling so sad.
He said, "My son, I've been there, when I was young like you"
"It wasn't Vietnam, it was called World War II."
I was on Iwo Jima for the raising of the flag
As I was placing my buddy in a body bag.
"He was right, my son. Those things must be seen."
"I never want to do it again, but I'm proud to be a Marine."
"It's something I can't explain, no one ever will"
"But that Marine was right, and yes, he fit the bill."
When I left the house that day, I was full of frustration
The next thing I knew, I was at the recruiting station.
I ended up in Vietnam. At the time I was only 19.
I thought of what my Dad had said, and that sad and doleful Marine.
Four years later, as I was walking down the street
This friend of mine said, "Here's someone I'd like you to meet."
My friend said this guy was once a Marine. So I had to set him straight.
"Once a Marine, Always a Marine," I didn't hesitate.
But the person he wanted me to meet, never made a sound
He just kept looking at me, eyeing me up and down.
He then said, "It's been a long time my friend. There are things I know you've seen."
"Tell me, do you feel different now that you're a Marine?"
No words had to be spoken. I had nothing else to say.
Now I remembered him from that long ago day.
It's been thirty years, since I went away
But memories of Vietnam, will always be here to stay.
So if you're on the street and see a Marine go walking by
Don't be afraid to look at them directly in the eye.
And say, "Thank you my friend for all that you have done."
"For if it weren't for people like you, we'd still be on the run."
From Iwo Jima, the Gulf and even in Desert Storm
Make all the Marines that come home, feel welcome and warm.
For I'm sure there's a friend or two, they had to leave behind
But the memories will always be there, in the back of their mind.
If you know of someone who's been "THERE", be kind and not mean
Because you can't judge a man until, through his eyes you've seen
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02-27-07, 02:10 PM #20
They are all awesome and inspiring
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02-27-07, 02:16 PM #21
I know what I write will never compare to what the Marines can write, but this is a poem i wrote. Hope it's ok.
Dress right dress
about face,
being confident
without a trace
of frustration
we are
the next generation
Generation X
X-cel, X-treme
X-ceed all limitations and walls
shooting straight
running hard
helping a comrade who falls
down
another dies without a sound
brave they say
but after the funeral
we fight the same day
PFC, he was the same rank as me
so you’ll all remember, FREEDOM ISN’T FREE
Fighting for what’s right in the night
They're scared, I shoot, They dodge
My wits bared
Military is my choice, patriotic not hateful
Semper Fi
Standing tall, and no matter what
Always faithful
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03-03-07, 12:48 AM #22My Marine - a poem from a Marine Mom
I don't know of any mother more proud than the mother of a Marine! My son, SSGT Dean J. Beardslee is a career Marine, serving with the 3/6 in Iraq. Though my fear is real every day, I pray for God's speed and a safe return. I wrote this poem in honor of my son and every son or daughter who wears the "Dress Blues."
My Marine
My little baby boy,
Blond with eyes of blue.
Held close within my arms,
My son, I love you.
So many memories
Throughout the years,
Years filled with happy times
And sometimes filled with tears.
Dandelions in chubby hands,
Filled a water glass.
Then he’s in a fishing boat
Trying to get that big bass.
How quickly those years passed,
More quickly then we knew.
Soon the little boy was grown,
Now a man with eyes of blue.
Graduation and college bound,
Too big for Mama’s knee.
So many times I’ve wished
That little boy, again he’d be.
He is a man of pride,
A husband and a father.
Standing straight and tall,
A man of strength and honor.
I look with pride upon the man
My son has grown into.
Now he wears a uniform
And the colors of "dress blue."
The colors that he wears
Tell the story well.
He fights for our freedom
As he gives the Marine Corps yell.
The fierceness of a "Devil Dog,"
And the courage of a bear.
Don’t raise a hand against our flag!
Don’t you ever dare!
He puts his life upon the line
For you and I each day.
He is a man of iron,
Not one with feet of clay.
He’ll walk through the fire
And wade through the flood
And make a sacrifice for you
Even with his own blood.
He leaves behind his family,
Wife and children dear,
Mother, sisters and brother
And fights without fear.
He fights for right and freedom
And proudly bears our flag
As he goes into the battle
With feet that never drag.
He proudly wears the colors
Of khaki and desert green,
My son, one of the few and proud,
My son, United States Marine!
March 1, 2007
By Ruth E. Beardslee
In honor of my son, SSGT Dean J. Beardslee, USMC
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SEMPER FI and OOH-RAH from this Marine Mom
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03-03-07, 07:29 AM #23
Some of the most motivating things I've read, period....thank you Sir.
There is one I am trying to track down, it was read to us during graduation week. It had a couple lines about how we stole the Eagle from the sky, the Anchor from the Navy, and the globe from God. I can't seem to find it anywhere.
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03-03-07, 02:51 PM #24
great moto...keep em comin if u can SSgt. cant wait to earn the title and carry the tradition!
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03-03-07, 04:35 PM #25
This is for all the moms who've lost sons in our Nations' wars.
There's an empty place at the table
Once filled by a laughing boy
Whose favorite game was playing war
A gun, his favorite toy
There's an empty bed in a room
That cherished all his dreams
A picture of the girl he loved
A fish caught in the streams
Everywhere I look, it seems
I should see his tousled head
The vacant emptyness still rings
Of his footsteps as he tread
I watched him grow from year to year
Thru childhood to a lad
Who donned Marine Corp green
And looked exactly like his Dad
How proud I was the day he left
To fight in foreign lands
But now I hold a telegram
Clutched in my trembling hands
This is the price we pay for war
We Mothers who bear the son
Then lend him to our Country
So that a war be won
There's an empty place at the table
A room that will never be filled
An ache within a Mother's heart
A pain that will never be stilled
And yet I know if he could speak
To me I'd hear him say
Put your trust in God, dear Mom
We'll meet again someday
And so till then I musn't weep
Nor laden my grief on another
I'll just thank God I had a son
Who was proud to call me Mother
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03-03-07, 10:19 PM #26
Eric Returns To Camp Pendleton
J. C. R. Forehand 2002
My first grandson, Eric B. Forehand, returned to Camp Pendleton
for additional training after his 10 day boot camp leave.
It had been nine months since the terrorist attack.
Eric was on his boot camp leave but now he was going back.
He had spent some time with his Mother, he had hardly been here.
But he packed up his sea bag and kept out the uniform that he would wear.
He had his Marine dress greens cleaned and ready to don.
His garrison cap fit exactly right when he put it on.
Two fingers were under the brim but you could still see the gaze
That only smiled rarely since his boot camp days.
The Kelly green uniform had been pressed so spick
That you could shave on the crease with nary a nick.
Even without the uniform you knew this was a Marine
For he marched instead of walking and was serious and keen.
But in his class A dress there wasn't any doubt
Here was a Marine and he was going out.
Now Oceanside and San Diego see Marines every day
They are inured to seeing men march that special way
But Houston seldom sees Marines in green uniform
In South-east Texas this was surely not the norm.
So when Eric marched into Hobby Airport that fine day
The traveling crowd did more than just give way.
It was like Moses crossing the Red Sea as the crowds split asunder
And the waiting room grew quieter like after a clap of thunder.
After a period of time like in a movie scene
A voice spoke up and said: "Look, a Marine!"
The ticket agents rushed to him and put him first in line.
The people waiting nodded like for them that was just fine.
He didn't seem so big and strong to raise up such a scene
But he stood straight and proud, because he was a Marine.
They checked his bags and gave him a boarding card to keep
They turned off the security machine because the Marine emblem would make it beep.
"I'll feel safer if he is on our flight." You could hear some people say
While he marched the aisle in cadence to his loading gateway.
Well Eric has gone now and he has called to say
That he made it to Camp Pendleton and everything is OK.
But here in El Lago we miss him every day
And a voice inside keeps saying, "Our Marine has gone away!"
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03-03-07, 11:38 PM #27
Motivating
Semper FI !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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03-04-07, 06:30 AM #28
[CENTER]
ONLY THE FEW
Murl D. Long
[B]Let me provide you a small glimpse of real life
Of a man preparing for coming strife
It begins with training unsurpassed
Compared to all others, far outclassed
It begins at 4 AM with the 'Devil' pounding a stick on a garbage can
We sit up straight in our bunks, to a man
Without question, for sure you are awake, to the head you run
Shower, shave, dress, police your area, the day has begun
Fall out in the dark of night
Straighten up the line, dress to the right
In cadence, run to the Mess
Chow down. What i
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03-04-07, 06:10 PM #29
U.S. Marine Grunt
By S. Haffey
We marched and marched some more
And sung about the Corps
When we got to the town
We all looked around
There was no one to be found
Gunny told us to hush
Explosions and bullets ripped through the air
We were caught in an ambush
I felt the wiz of a bullet go past my ear
Grunts all hit the ground
While rpgs rained down
My friend was hit in the gut
So I moved him into a hut
The fire did not let up
I could hear the cries of the U.S. Marine Grunt
“Corpsman up front”
I was pinned down in a bend
I knew this was the end
But I had been trained to be a Marine Grunt
So I started to fire, I was the best
As I fired I grew calmer
Then a bullet hit me in the chest
But did not go through my body armor
The bad guys were held up in a fort
So we called in close air support
The battle was over
The next week at the funeral
They played taps as they were put in the ground
We lost ten good men in that god damned town
We all knew they were heaven bound
We went on patrol the very next night
But there was no one around
As we sat in a tight 360 the rain did not let up
We were all on the hunt
This is the life a U.S. Marine Grunt
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03-05-07, 06:09 AM #30
“Paid in Full”
To Honor The Service of Fallen and Injured Marines
Marines through and through, they paid the price
Six thousand miles away, we live the life
For which they paid with their blood, spirits and bodies
We will never forget what they paid in full
We hope and we pray that somehow their loved ones find comfort
In God, in the flag, in the memory of their loved ones’ bravery
They’re gone now but we see them still…proud, strong, willing
Covering each other’s backs… courageous, moving forward
What kind of love did they have for us to be willing
To give it all for the Black, White, Jew, Christian, Muslim?
We don’t comprehend but we honor you now and forever
You are Our Marines…some living…some not
Forever in our hearts we will cherish your lives
Lives too short yet immortal they’ll be
Highest brotherhood of the Few, the Proud
They stand at attention, and we gaze with awe
Some know their names not, but our admiration for them
Flows limitless within us, between us
They sacrificed their limbs or their lives
Freedom still rings, a soft sound across the miles
It tolls slowly; all of creation takes note
Of the lives that were lost for people unknown
Out of sight but not lost; forever among us
The starched blues marching straight
Toward the place where we will meet them
Many years from now…how we loved them…
Well done beloved Brothers and Sisters…You’ve paid it in full
Always Faithful Marines, You Have Paid it in Full
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