"I dont want that red car driving up to my house"
Ode to a Marine
Submitted by John Wear
In a crowd you're bound to spot him,
He's standing so very tall
Not too much impresses him;
He's seen and done it all.
His hair is short, his eyes are sharp,
But his smile's a little blue.
It's the only indication
Of the hell that he's gone through.
He belongs to a sacred brotherhood,
Always Faithful 'til the end.
He has walked right into battle
And walked back out again.
Many people think him foolish
For having no regrets
About having lived through many times
Others would forget.
He's the first to go and last to know,
But never questions why,
On whether it is right or wrong,
But only do or die.
He walks a path most won't take
And has lost much along the way,
But he thinks a lot of freedom,
It's a small price to pay.
Yes, he has chosen to live a life
Off the beaten track,
Knowing well each time he's called,
He might not make it back.
So, next time you see a Devil Dog
Standing proud and true,
Be grateful for all he's given;
He's given it for you.
Don't go up and ask him
What's it's like to be in war;
Just thank God that it's your country
He's always fighting for.
And thank him too for all the hell
He's seen in that shade of green,
Thank him for having the guts
To be a United States Marine
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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.
But the freedom we win,
We give without fail.
No crying or bitching,
For WE have prevailed.
We are the soldiers,
Who give up our lives,
Leave all that we know,
To pay the ultimate price.
Freedom is not free,
It come with it's toll,
And some never return,
And leave their stories untold.
I acknowledge the protest,
The riots, the rage,
And the ones given their freedom
Without having to pay.
But let it be known,
Come rain, sleet or hail,
The Marines are on call,
To fight and die for your betrayal.
Dedicated to the Patriot, the soldier, and especially to those who have spit upon the graves of MY FRIENDS who have died in this war. May God have mercy on your souls.
April 22, 2003
Sergeant Aaron M. Gilbert
United States Marine Corps
Operation Iraqi Freedom
Iraq
©2003 Aaron M. Gilbert
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FOREIGN LANDS
By: Sergeant Aaron M. Gilbert
Foreign lands,
Families home,
Marines have gone,
To stand alone.
We fight for God,
Our Country and Corps.
So freedom may reign,
Forever more.
The North, the South,
The Black and the White,
For the American Land,
We all unite.
With my rifle and life,
I defend my home,
Always on call,
Destination unknown.
For all of my life,
This was my dream,
To fight for my Country,
As a U.S. Marine.
Though I will not be there,
For the birth of my Child,
I'll serve the Red, White and Blue,
Through any fire or trial.
Against domestic and foreign
Threats I will fight.
From the dawn of day
Into the darkness of night.
Some are bitter and cold
For having to go,
And leave behind,
Their Family and Home.
But with God in my heart,
And His light in my life,
All is at ease,
When I leave my Home and my Wife.
But soon it will come,
In His soft spoken tone.
God will say, "Well done Marine."
Now pack up and go home.
So, calm is my heart,
And safe with the Lord,
My life always will be,
While I fight in this war.
