Category: Poems

The following is a poem written by our niece after her cousin, Branden, was killed in Iraq November 6, 2004;

Hello, God?
by Jocelyn Michelle Hegesi

Hello, God? I know you can hear me and I’m sorry it’s been so long. But God I just have some questions because I don’t know how much longer I can be strong. But God, if you’d just answer my questions, I’m sure things would be alright, because God I have to tell you, it’s nearly impossible to sleep through the night. It seems like only yesterday I was talking to you keeping him safe and God I still remember that feeling of reassurance and how it felt like a deep embrace. But God, things are so different now and I’m not sure if I can move on, But God if You’ll hold my hand tonight I’m sure You’ll help me along. So God, here are my questions and I have to trust that You’ll give me peace. So here I go God, please stop me if they get too deep. read more

He Is My Marine
by Stormy (Lynn) Elliott

Strong, polite, loving,
He is my Marine,
I love him with the very depths of my soul,
We share everything,
Good times,bad times,
We never run out of things to say,
H e makes me laugh when I am down,
He holds me close when I cant sleep,
He is my Marine,
My lover, my soul mate, my life long partner,
I hold him close to my heart,
Always there for each other,
Always Faithful,
Always Strong,
He is my Marine,
I would walk to the ends of the earth for him,
He would hold my hand every step of the way,
He is My Marine read more

Just to heal a tortured heart
by PMM of SSgt. LeMay, currently serving in Iraq.

Just to heal the tortured heart: I will relay a hero chart
You know the Marines are built to part
Every two, they deploy to be smart
In preparation they do train, every clime to be prepared.
Come March, they did arrive to impart
A relief to the Army, so they could depart
To see those heroes souls to America cart
Though not to happen, a plan designed the ground be shared.
In the year 04, they felt this change start
Commander Bush needed our best to, again, depart
To fight with vigilant resolve to dart
The insurgent evil in Falloujah was despaired.
As the fight progressed, the public felt this heart
In every note, or news, all felt apart
The headquarters sorted those that would be marte
And every Marine’s work to execute was totally squared.
The battle was pit, as the strategy of tacticians prepared a flip-chart
1st Marines collected prepared to battle this jarvik-heart
As deemed in history, day one saw the honor of the purple-heart
With honor and resolve the Marines did as were dared.
Marines, in true tradition, fashioned their tart
As Echo Company dispatched to mark a head-start
While pinned in an alley, some lost, they diverted with some martial art
Response came to alert, as the enemy strength was stared.
Never to lose their spirit, the Marines advanced on belly to take freedom-heart
Upon a mission devised for compassion, and right-smart
One designed and focused as of Descartes
As the news chatter continued; as politicians compared.
The pundits did chatter in struggle to take part
Of an American election soon to be fought, seeking victory in-part
Upon the lonesome, tough work of heroes a-la-carte
The unfettered Marines continued the fight to restore those spared.
In the Sunni Triangle…the war did impart
Marines doing business without a star-chart
For the love of each other and nation, always state-of-the-art
They pitted their trained skill to destroy the evil laird.
Marines doing business to secure a good start
Crawling, sleepless to prepare love and heart
In a nation of turmoil, skillfully to avoid the destruction to tear-apart
Brave warriors shared, to restore a rose where thorns were shared.
A mother’s love is always perceived pure within her heart
While a Marine’s mother’s love remains hard to pick-apart
The loss of courageous souls of the future provides a kick-start
And carries forward a mission of purpose-n-resolve;
That the history of such heroes always be aired. read more

Who Are They?
By Jim Hattabaugh
18 May~ 2004

Unhonored lives from days of yore~
Bask on shores of unopened doors~
Risking all on their mystery ships~
Slipping farther into obscurity with tightened lips~
Presence of rememberance is afar~
As history holds reality ajar~
Holding the keys to death or life~
They move in shadows without light~
Cornered in the dusk of doom~
While waiting for the final blast of gloom~
Whether they are or not or never were~
As future approaches they sharpen their spurs~
Forgotten ghosts of the past~
They will once again be called to mold and cast~ read more

Sgt. Grit,

I noticed that you have posted a few poems about Marines and Marine familys i wrote this before basic and never showed it to my mother i would greatly apreciate it if it was posted thank you.

Cpl. Lasse Larsen

The Hardest Job
by Cpl Lasse Larsen

This is mom her job is the toughest in the world.
She is a millitary mother.
Everyday she is strong.
She waits for her boy who may not come home.
Her job is to be strong when I call home.
Cuz its mom that I called when I was scared.
Mom that was there when I broke my arm.
She taught me how to be a man.
How to hold my wife and raise my girls.
To hold my head high.
To love my country and never back down.
She taught me its OK to cry to the pledge.
She is my mom and I do this for her.
For I have learned what mom really means.
Its Mother Of Marine.
SEMPER-FI!! To my M.O.M. read more

Happy Birthday Marines
by Sgt. Gary J. Holford Jr.

With a heavy heart I watch my brothers on the television every day
Fighting bullet wounds and explosions and whatever else passes their way

Wishing I could be there with them but secretly thanking God I?m not
It?s not because I am a coward my scars prove I can take a shot read more

Happy Birthday Marine Corps
by Dave Watson

You?ve been on guard two centuries, three decades and a year.
You?re under-paid and overworked and get left over gear.
You?re old, but you don?t show it. You?re lean and can be mean.
You?re The Eagle, Globe and Anchor. The United States Marine!

Before our constitution, and our first president
This infant nation called You to the front line, and You went.
You?ve been there since New Providence on every battle scene.
You?ll always be there for us. You?re United States Marine! read more

My father was a Staff Sargent in WWII. My brother was also a Staff Sargent, USMC and served at DaNang airbase when I was in sixth grade. Among other things, my remarkable teacher made Gunga Din part of her unprecedented curriculum. (A fellow student memorized this poem, recited it countless times and probably still remembers it today.) A less well-rounded and decidedly narrow-minded teacher at the same school harassed me about my brother serving in Vietnam and “how proud I must be”. I was a just dumb little kid who only knew that my brother was trying to keep us all safe and my mom cried herself to sleep every night waiting for him to come home. To this day, that recollection still brings gut-wrenching tears to my eyes. Just as war and (ignorant) political opinions, this poem, minus the antiquated dialect, prove some things never change. Would have loved to be a fly (angel) on the wall for your father’s ultimate reunion with that corpsman. read more

Gulf War Poem

To my brother in the United States Marine Corps
February 26, 1991

My brother went to boot camp, a childish
Little boy, to be shaped and molded, a
Drill instructor’s toy.
Although it seemed impossible, his
Motivation was so strong, dreams of his
Family and friends made the months seem so long. read more

Graduation
by Kristal Sewell

The day you told me you were leaving,
Was a very hard day.
I didn?t want you to leave
But knew this was what you wanted.

We talked about it every night
And you told me not to cry, that I was your rock.
So that I did
Not shedding a tear,
Until that day
You went away.
We both knew it was coming
We knew it would be hard to say goodbye
Even though it wasn?t for long
3 months is a long time. read more