My Brother the Marine

Only nineteen so proud and brave such choices he had made Either spending each passing day in jail Or enlisting and say goodbye and fairwell The latter choice he did made signed up and turned in his clothes of fade Standing tall tried and true Inside he had matured and grew Metals pinned upon his chest A Marine looking at his very best Battling a war on foreign soil And to think it was over a barrel of oil Nam Napples S Korea to say a few Recon missions for civilians he did not knew Getting shot at by rapid sniper fire In a friendly zone where people retire Writting letters and sending pictures from afar Of tanks planes and bombs blowing up cars Placed on an island alone for seven days snakes bugs fish the land he had to alone graze They said he was a child no more But a Marine to come and explore Today he is fifty one and a grandfather of two And the Marines now wants him back because he was few Mind altered and steady strong Im glad to have my brother back where he belongs But I will never forget that day he left When his life was nothing but a big turmoil mess Thanks to the Marine who I had watched and grew My Brother wearing his colors of Red White and Blue Tribute To My Brother Ray {Hu Ra} Thanks For Serving