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This is my son, LCPL Tyler D. Walters, graduated Parris Island, August 25, 2006.
He is in 1st FAST Company Platoon 6 and is currently in Bahrain. This is a poem that I wrote for him for his graduation. Proud Mother of a US Marine
Like all little boys do, you had a big dream, Yours was to join the military and become a “Marine.” Playing with your Power Rangers and GI Joes. You played out in your mind the dream that you chose.
Attached are 2 poems I wrote about the Marine Corps, and a picture of my Eagle, Globe, and Anchor tattoo.
LCpl Jeffrey P. Jordan, USMC 2003-2005
In South Carolina or California we spend 13 weeks in Hell
Then to SOI or MCT and from there no one can tell
We hit the fleet with both feet running swift
The one thing we learned in bootcamp is you better be quick
On September 11, 2001 lives were lost.
Not troops on the field of combat.
These were innocent civilians,
At work or just arriving for the day.
Terrorists attacked our country,
By an act so despicable, so dishonorable,
Angering past soldiers who have taken an oath.
An oath to protect our citizens from harm.
I see strengh, and courage
in that future marine eyes
in his hugs i feel kindness and warmth
yet i know that he is scared
i already miss him
yet he is standing right next to me
He is a marine back on leave
i see more than the world
in that marines eyes
in his hugs i feel security
yet i feel he knows that no one is safe
We were sitting around while reinforcing
the blast walls around the hooches that day
in charlie company area.
When all of suddenan enemy artillery round
landed over between Delta company and our
position approx 300 feet to my right at 2pm position.
It was after it hit that dust/dirt flew up in our
faces and I could not see crap. We all dove for cover too!
My brother John is a corporal, soon to be Sergeant, in the United States Marine Corp. John recently returned from a tour of duty in Iraq. It’s been one of the most difficult things my family has ever been through, and we thank God everyday for his safe return. I wrote a poem for John to show him how much we are glad he is home, and I wanted to share it with everyone.
The sun breaks through,
Over the Iraqi sand,
But we Marines have long since been awake,
With duty in our hearts and weapons in hand.
The day is long and tedious,
Through the wind, the sand and the sun,
But we stand strong all day long,
No rest until our jobs are done.
The Choppers again fly over,
In the distance explosions again ring true;
But we are no longer even phased,
We’ve been hardened through and through.
We’ve witnessed the SCUD’s raining down,
And seen our savior Patriot Missiles in flight,
Felt the shockwave as they’ve landed,
And have seen the artillery fire by night.
We’ve donned our chemical suits,
And hugged Mother Earth from our holes,
We’ve all silently said our last good-byes,
And yet, have persevered through it all.
We’ve mourned for our brothers who were lost,
Fighting for the country that they love,
They are the true HEROS of this war,
And now sit with God above.
As the sun sets on the horizon
We sit, and laugh and jest,
The sun is down, the air is cool;
This time of daywe like best.
We read our mail if it comes,
And think of those at home & left behind,
Wishing only to hold our loved ones close,
‘Watch over them Lord, and be kind.’
The mail all read and card games ended,
We now lay down to rest,
Tomorrow will be here all too soon,
And our country needs us to once again do and be our best.
They said it was time
So he had to go,
Why he’s fighting
Not many know.
He answered the call
Left family and friends behind,
Now he’s in the thick of it
What goes through his mind?
He calls home
Says “Everything’s fine”.
Mom can tell
That’s just a line.
My 87 year old mother wrote this, my dad was ww2 i was vietnam echo 2/3, and my son was in 1997-2001
semper fi
oj betz
sgt. usmc ret.
As a wife , mother and grandmom
Of 3 great Marines
This talk of murder in Iraq is giving
Me screams.
They take these young men and teach them
To fight
Not telling them whether it’s
Wrong or right.
And send them off to Foreign Shores
To serve in Religious and Civil Wars.
They see friends blown up in front
Of their eyes.
They can’t tell who are
The Bad or who are the Good guys.
They all look the same and fighting
Street to street
Is a pretty tough war, it just
Ain’t neat.
So for Pete’s sake, don’t try them
If they shot the wrong one.
This kind of conflict is not much fun.
Let the Folks who sent them take the Blame,
But to try our Marines is a
Bloody Shame.
Long before facing Guadalcanal and Iwo Jima sands,
A group of warriors arose, a brave and hearty band.
Trained and learned a special art, both on land and sea,
They did because they were patriots, and for the likes of me.
They didn’t ask ‘why must we die for a purpose ill conceived?’
They go to protect our citizens from mortal threats perceived.
With a sword and musket, they honed their skills so well.
They learned of discipline and the tolling of the funeral bell.