Marine Corps War Memorial Poem

The Marine Corps War Memorial (Iwo Jima)
By: Del “Abe” Jones
02-20-2005

Said a Vet from Nineteen forty-five,
“Men were dying by the score.”
An eyewitness to a famous Battle
Immortalized forever more.
Quartermaster on a LST
“Eyewitness to a sad, horrible day.”
“A slaughter right there on the Beach”
Is what, this Veteran had to say.
Coast Guardsman Robert Resnick
Was more than just a witness there
He furnished the Stars and Stripes
In that picture all generations share.
A symbol for the Marine Corps
Cast in bronze for all to see
The Flag raised on that mountain top
Is part of our Nation’s History.
One of the bloodiest Battles of the War
Fought for thirty-six days and nights
More than twenty two thousand Japanese
In one of the Marines fiercest fights.
The first part of Japan we invaded
And as Resnick’s ship sat on the beach
Marine Gagnon asked him for a Flag
And a long pipe to raise it’s reach.
They lost their sight of the Marine
As he headed to that Mountain top
Amidst the gun’s bullets flying
That never, ever seemed to stop.
As they began to leave the Beach
A tremendous cheer went all around
And, “Every ship tooted it’s horn.”
As they raised the Flag that he had found.
For years another was credited
Until the year, Two thousand-one
When at a Fifth Marine Convention
The Marines learned he really was the one.
A big, old Marine bellowed out,
“Do you really mean to tell me,
That you never realized that you
Won that Battle, single-handedly?”
The President of the Fifth Marines
Made him an honorary member
And as they did some tears were shed
As they all began to remember
About that day sixty years ago
Up there on Mount Surabachi
When the Stars and Stripes were raised high
Was still a vivid, cherished, memory. read more

Core

Core
by Christy Barnes

Aw Snap is the word of the day
he says it in every way.

He acts too big for his age,
and his personality has a certain rage.

Core is his name and what’s in him,
definitely runs deep within.

The center of core is awesome and is very thick like the Earth,
He is unique in every way and has been like that from birth. read more

Comrades in Arms

COMRADES IN ARMS
Murl D. Long

Tonight, we gather to honor the birthday of the Corps.
Our ranks are thinned, some in peace, some in war
Those assembled are your friends, having borne similar training as you
Those memories will never leave our mind, no matter what we do

Look around you and share your stories with them-laugh and smile
Knowing some are whoppers and grow all the while
Still, you embellish your experiences with great flair and style
Like crawling on your knees with the pack on your back, that last dusty mile read more

Merry Christmas My Friend, Semper Fi And Goodnight

'Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone.
I had come down the chimney, with presents to give,
and to see just who in this home did live.

As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land. read more

Christmas Blessings

Christmas Blessings
by Brenda Lee Clark, Marine Mom

As we make our Christmas list
during the holiday bliss
let us not forget Al Qedas list

Holiday cheer
of wine and beer
remember the 9/11 fear

As Troops and Soldiers eat MREs
while we fill our bellies with
cake, candies and cookies

While we’re warm and cozy
by our fireplace
our Troops bed down on
not such a soft place
truck, humvee and the ground
no complaining to be found read more

Merry Christmas Marines – Semper Fi and Good Night

A Marine Corps Christmas Poem
Written by Jessica, Wife of a 1/7 Marine

Twas the nite before Christmas,
they lived far from home,
in dark,sandy quarters,
but not all alone

After clearing the checkpoints,
and with presents to give,
I wanted to see the Marines
Who in these quarters did live.

As I looked all about,
an awesome sight I did see,
some of the few and the proud,
U.S. Marines read more

Heroes Carved In Stone

Heroes Carved In Stone
By Sabrina Stidham

I stood staring in awe as my gaze settled upon a black granite wall of memories.

As I stood there not a muscle in my body twitched, except for the rhythmic beating of my weary heart.

Before me, a great wall, with the names of Fathers, Sons, Brothers, Daughters; Soldiers; Heroes…carved in stone. As I looked at the granite I saw behind it. A scene of tangled jungles, mud covered boots, people crying, as their lives came to an unwritten end. On the ground I saw the bodies of fallen soldiers, bloody and cold from death. In my heart I felt their pain and fear, which lingered in their unforgotten souls. read more