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Our Nation Closing my eyesI ponder who I am when thinking back To the Fourth of July.American flag in my tiny hand While in the other liesA picture of my in uniform. My mother showcases our sign That I helped made which says “
I can’t believe the time has come You’re gone away, so far from home But I don’t blame you It’s your dream To become one of The Few, The Proud, The Marines.
They earn their title from sweat blood and silent tears. They well never regret being called a United States Marine. That’s right there marines they are known for their intelligence and survival rates.
Walking off the airplane he stands proudly in his camis. I waited to see this day ever since he last boarded the plane.