PICTURE OF A MARINE

My tears, were private

All the dying.

And the suffering

There was no one.

That I could talk to.

I suffered alone.

My tears, were private.

Can you see,

This picture,

Of a Marine?

Can you see ME?

~ Ricardo

This poem is about:

Me

My country

Comments

9 years ago

In 1967, I was among several young Staff Sergeants in the United States Marine Corps.

Too high in rank to be with the enlisted Marines.

Too young to talk to senior Non-Commission-Officers (NCOs).

That is the reason for this poem.

Can you see this Marine?

Can you see ME?

For once a Marine

Always a Marine.

Who still live's with his Marine Corps Core Values.

Of Honor, Courage and Committiment.