Douglas Wayne Hillin

A young marine, stalks alone with wary thoughts
In a hollow silence where fear abides, O’ so leery.
His senses sharpened, and stomach tied in perilous knots.
Void of hope, flickering numb and, O’ so dreary.

He stalks, with lethal fervor and scorching wrath
Stealthfully aware of this deadly jungle path;
In a shadowy mist where death patiently wait.
Six shadowy figures await to seal his fate.

A hail of bullets penetrates his heart;
No time to blink, no time to ponder,
Returns with Honor, from the jungle dark
A life to give filled with honor.

Unwavering  he did not let bend:
With loyalty in his last servile breath,
Old Glory, sewed firmly on his chest.
God, Corps and Country, forever to defend.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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