Circled In Red
The young Marine had just arrived
To bare Nam’s burdens, there deprived
He’ll count each day one by one,
Until the day his duty’s done.
He’ll proudly walk along destiny’s path
A solemn prayer to protect from wrath
And though his life there defined,
His worries are of home sublime.
No mirthful days before each dawn
His joyous day long since gone
And dare he dream of such days
Emerged dusk the enemy’s gaze.
Upon his shoulders Freedom hung
In his hands a trusted gun.
Honor, duty commitment The Corps demand
Against his good name nothing stands.
For upon his first day he could tell
“Thirteen months of living hell.
On the calendar circled in Red
A rotate day if he’s not dead.
His honor withstood the gruesome test
For on those paths the taste of death
There upon the hallowed ground
His joyful days no longer found.
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