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    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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    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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    The 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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    "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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    Smile

    They are all awesome and inspiring


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    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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    My 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

    http://www.leatherneck.com/forums/sh...ad.php?t=42631

    SEMPER FI and OOH-RAH from this Marine Mom



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    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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    great moto...keep em comin if u can SSgt. cant wait to earn the title and carry the tradition!


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    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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    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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    Motivating

    Semper FI !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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    [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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    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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    “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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