— Author unknown —

"In World War II," he whispered,
"I was wounded by a blast."
As he began his story,
reminiscing of his past.

"I was just a boy back then,
I lied about my age.
To get into the Marines 
and fight for the USA.

"I love this country very much,
it's still the very best.
And I would fight to keep it free,
and safe from foreign pest.

"We won that war and I came home,
my wounds had healed enough
to re-enlist with other men.
The Marines made us tough.

"Then a little flare-up
in Korea called us out.
A threat against our freedom,
spreading fear without a doubt.
There I caught a bullet
when I tried to save a friend.
Another wound for Uncle Sam,
they sent me home to mend."

'Marine, have you had enough?'
my Gunny said to me.
'Or, do you want another tour,
if ever there's to be.'

"We would train and fight again,
if ever it need be,
because we love America,
we'll fight to keep it free."

"It didn't take too long,
before my boys were off again.
We were shipped off to a war,
we thought would never end.
I didn't understand it much,
whether it was wrong or right.
But I was a U.S. Marine,
and my country said: 'Go fight'.

"I never questioned orders
that were sent from up above.
I did it for America, 
the country that I love.
I fought to keep my country safe
again, in Vietnam.
Then, wounded I came home,
a victim of napalm.

"My fighting days were over now,
and I had given all.
But, some had given more than me,
their names are on The Wall.

"I'm now well up in years,
a Marine old and worn.
I could only sit and pray 
as I watched Desert Storm.

"So proud of our boys over there
who stand for what is right.
Freedom is the battle cry,
the reason why they fight.

"Young Marines fight for liberty,
protecting freedom's bliss.
Old Marines dream of bygone days,
while fighting loneliness.

"We were heroes in our day,"
he said, and then he sighed.
"Forgotten in some VA home,
and all my friends have died.

"I never asked for anything,
just wanted to live free.
But, if you write this story,
there are many just like me. 

"Who fought to keep our country
safe and free from every enemy.
Only to come home again
and have no place to go.

"Sadly, when the limelight fails
heroes fade away.
Some men fight the silent battles
till their dying day.

"Please remember what it took,
and what we had to pay. 
And join with us remembering
on this Memorial Day.

That day is special;
it's not just summer's start.
The reason that we have this day
should be etched on your heart. 

"Lives were lost and young men died
to keep this country free.
So take a moment on that day
to meditate with me.

"Remember all those valiant men
and women who fought for
the lifestyle that you now enjoy,
because they went to war."

Death before dishonor!

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