a reflective thought

                                    A MARINE DIES
Take a man and put him alone 
Put him twelve htousand miles from home
Empty his heart of all but blood
Make him live in sweat and mud
This is the life I have to live
This is the soul to the devil i give 
You have you parties and drink your beer
While young men are dying over here
Plant your signs on the White House Lawn 
"Lets all get out of Nam"
Use your signs and have your fun
Then refuse to use a gun
There's nothing esle for you to do 
Then i'm supposed to die for you
There's one thing you don't know 
And thats where i think you should go
I'm already here and it's too late
I've traded all my love, just for hate
I'll ahte you 'till the day I die
You made me hear my buddy crie
I saw his leg and the blood he shed 
Then the corpsman say "this ones dead"
It was a large price for him to pay
to let you live another day
he had the gutss to fight and die
To keep the freedom that you live by
By his dying your life he buys 
But who gives a damn if a "MARINE DIES"

Found by a corpsman in the pocket of a dead Marine Quang Tri Providence, Vietnam 7 june 1969

                                                     Semper Fi