I'M a Marine
The few the brave,
Real action do they crave,
They fight they die,
Yet some are lucky to survive.
Bold and Brash,
No task too rash,
Country before self,
Care for others not oneself.
Fear and torment by the score,
Overcome by pluck galore,
Each new day so full of life,
Little thought for pain or strife.
Such brave souls they shall not age,
Their deeds remembered stage by stage,
Regaled and feted by us all,
Honor, duty their one call.
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