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Our Son, Your MARINE
The Starling Family

Our Son, Your MARINE

Hush,hush please don?t cry
(We brought him into this world)
Daddy will sing you a lullaby

Come to Daddy, come on
(We taught him how to walk)
You can do it on your own

Pedal, pedal don?t look down
(We taught him to ride a bike)
You?ve got it. Now turn around.

Splash, kick your feet, kick your feet!
(We taught him how to swim)
That-a-boy! (You are so neat) What a fete.

Swing the bat, swing the bat!
(We taught him baseball)
Home Run! Look at that!

Listen! Do what you are told!
(We took him to Boot Camp)
Graduation, Guide, MARINE BOLD!

Jump, Jump, glide with the wind.
(The MARINES taught him to Parachute)
It?s complete, Time to defend!

Be brave, be cautious, Be kind.
(We taught him that)
We will never leave you behind!

Our Son, Your MARINE
OOHRAH! OOHRAH! read more

JUST PASSING THE TIME

Don’t worry about me, for all is just fine
Getting so short, now just passing the time.
It has been so long, soon it will be so short
Through it all you have been a true sport.
It was easy , by no means for you,
Like me many times, you have been so blue.
A bed of roses, the home-front is not
You’ve had many problems and I have not forgot.
The waiting was harder for you back at home.
With each knok on the door, each ring on the phone.
A strange voice, is that what you’d hear?
Would it bring you joy, would it bring you tears?
So very much different ,not at all like before.
You worried, you waited, you didn’t know the real score.
To God above, I know that you prayed
and your love for me never swayed.
Your prayers almost answered, soon nolonger we’ll pine
I’m coming home soon, am just passing the time. read more

THE PATRIOT
By: Sergeant Aaron M. Gilbert

The patriot the soldier,
The young and the old,
Protect our great country.
They stand to be bold.

Some protest in spite,
Some riot in rage,
Some scream “Peace and not war!”
From the safety of their cage.

But we who stand up
For freedom to reign,
Give all that we have,
And expect nothing to gain. read more

Nightly Prayer and My Sister
by LCPL Figueira

Sgt Grit,

I’m PFC Figueira, I wrote the first poem, Nightly Prayer, when I was in MCT in October. One of my buddies and I wrote it when we got back to Camp Geiger and I had contacted one of our Drill Instructors. read more

September Morn
by Robert Shirley

The towers stood in the morning light
Symbols of America’s wealth and might
Tall and straight and proud they rose
Stronger than any of freedom’s foes

But hate was on the wing that morn
And life is cheap to those who scorn
The ideals Americans hold so dear
These men would have us live in fear read more

POW/MIA
Del “Abe” Jones

So many fates are left unknown
And so many rumors that abound
So many families ask the question
When will the answers be found?

So many years have come and gone
Sometimes, hope is hard to keep
There’s some that feel there’s none
And in some, it’s buried deep. read more

I am Marine mom from here in the city. I wrote a poem about Pride, in honor of my son, daughter and son-in-law all serving in Iraq. I have been encouraged to share with others and I thought of your newsletter.

PRIDE
Written By: K. Shearon

Honor, courage and commitment as one is Pride
so pure and strong as a stallion at full stride
Its grace and beauty like an eagle soars through the sky
pride that is seen in every Marines eye read more

Thanks for your publication. I enjoy reading each one from the first to the last article.

Dan (Danny) Roark
USMC Sgt. 1963-67

PTWS*
by Dianne K. Roark

I stand on the outside, looking in,
I catch just a glimpse of the ghost.
He catches himself before he’s exposed,
Lest he shares that which matters most. read more

Reaper
by Mitchell (Doc)

At night I hear the haunting sounds of the desert, the explosions of the bombs and the missles of war.
The wounded are crying out for someone to help,
All i can do is try my best to save them.
My heart bleeds for those who are beyond help,
For I know who is about to steal theirs souls.
As I gaze into their dying eyes looking toward the sky,
I fear what they are about to see; The Reaper.
All in Black, riding a horse black as death itself, With eyes as red as blood, I fight against his icy grip.
Trying to cheat him out of a soul or two, But sometimes the cheaters get cheated. read more

Reassigned
M.K. Mull

In memory of L/Cpl E.A. Schroeder
KIA Iraq 08/02/05

From the mountains to the prairies to the oceans white with foam,
We may not make it back here but be sure we made it home.

You may sorely miss us as your lives are rearranged,
You see, we’ve had a transfer and our orders have been changed. read more